Walking To Work

I take the bus from my luxury apartment near 85th Street and get off at 68th Street, then walk a couple blocks to work each morning at 5 a.m. in the pitch dark.

It's pretty safe, considering I walk past a police station and then a firehouse along the way.

But this morning, that didn't stop some curious- and somewhat dirty-looking jackass with a couple of duffel bags on the ground in front of the firehouse from approaching me and asking if I could help him. I gave him no eye contact and not even one syllable, just kept walking.

"Thanks a lot man. I'm a fireman."

I'm fairly sure he wasn't a fireman, but if he was, he could have asked a colleague inside the building where he allegedly works for a hand.

Now that the day has passed, I'm kicking myself for not lobbing a smartass reply to him.

What would you have said?