If she cheat on me I crush her

This is the story that Tripp promised from me last week. I haven't had a chance to sit in front of a computer since then:

Last Wednesday I packed up my bag and got ready for my extended trip down to Va. Beach for Nate's wedding. I say extended trip because I stopped to visit Jason in Philly and Jill in Richmond on the way,spending a night in each city. I brough the bag to work planning on heading straight for my parent's house to pick up my car. Unfortunately I realized when I got to work that I had forgotten some medicine I'm taking and had to run back to the apartment at lunchtime.

So I hopped back on an uptown 1 train and got off at 79th Street all pissed off at myself for having to waste the time. As I walked past a small realtor I spotted a strange character on the street. He's tall, gangly, with thick black mustache, extremely pale, and wearing a powder blue suit. The person he's talking to looks distinctly uncomfortable.

I keep walking. Wait. Is that? No. Can't be. I turn around and look the other way and there's a whole camera crew there standing around trying to look bored as they will me to keep walking and not blow the sketch. Holy shit it's Sasha Baron Cohen in character as Borat! In my neighborhood!

My first instinct was to scream, "BORAT! HIGH FIVE!" I couldn't do it though. The camera crew wasn't filming, but I definitely got the feeling that the guy Borat was talking to was the mark of the sketch and I didn't want to ruin it for him.