Only in New York

On my way to the subway this morning, an old man, possibly homeless, though he was cleaner than your average derelict, walked up to me, stopped, and said “you’d never know that I won World War II all by myself when you look at me now.” He then began laughing so hard, it almost sounded like a maniacal cackle. Knowing better than to engage this sort of thing, I just smiled and walked on, but the image of his chiseled, laughing face still haunts me several hours later.