Do all the nutjobs get turned out when it's cold?

The following is a Public Service Announcement:

After a light yet thoroughly satisfying meal at NY Noodletown of chicken congee with ginger scallion sauce and steamed Chinese vegetable with oyster sauce, my friend Kathy and I head west to warm up at her apartment. We're laughing about something undoubtedly silly and girly when the heavily-layered, cart-rolling Asian guy in front of us interjects irately, "NOT FUNNY! Don't-laugh-at-ME!" As we pass him on the sidewalk, he attempts to kick me in my boot-clad shins. Kathy and I laugh nervously, but glancing over our shoulders we see the man drag his cart in our direction, seething and muttering. We cut to the other side of the street and book because among his scant belongings, he has a rather pointy weapon shaped like an umbrella and I can't be expected to outrun an armed mercenary in my four inch heels.

So if you're walking down Bayard St., DON'T LAUGH. And if you do, don't say I didn't try to warn you.