I admit that I was all fired up to write this post when I got home, but after a hot shower, a cold beer and a phone call with my mom, I’m feeling pretty chill. Nevertheless, the show must go on.
My ride home today was scary. It was pouring rain, dark out and with all the city lights reflecting off the pavement, I was nervous about drivers seeing me and my lights. Then one particular driver had to go and be an a-hole. I was in the bike lane passing a line of stopped traffic when a car started moving into the bike lane. I yelled on the top of my lungs, “HEYYYYYYY!” to prevent being run over. The car slammed on its brakes (I’m loud) and I proceeded on.
To my surprise I heard a woman screaming behind me. I got to the front of the line, turned around and saw that the driver had rolled down her window and was screaming, “I saw you, that’s why I stopped!” This extremely pissed off and offended reaction was odd, to say the least, so I yelled back (we were a couple of car lengths away from each other), “I yelled to make sure that you saw me and did not run me over!” She repeated her first scream in a whiny screech. I responded, “Well, I’m not a mind-reader.” She screamed, “Neither am I!!” Ooookay. She doesn’t need to read my mind to avoid getting squashed. “I’m just out here trying to stay alive!” I yelled, giving her two thumbs up and an insane smile. At this point, I noticed she was on her CELL PHONE. Typical. So I made the “hang up your stupid cell phone” gesture and went on with the green light.
The nerve of that prissy little sorority girl (window decals) to scream at me while I was on my bike in the pouring rain dodging her deadly machine is disgusting. I’m reading Traffic right now; I understand all the whacked out psychology, but that doesn’t mean I accept it. I bet she would not have been yelling like that if she wasn’t protected by her car. I haven’t wanted to give someone a beat down that badly in quite a while. I can’t believe this violence in my heart, but if I did it fast, you know that’s an act of kindness. She’s lucky that I believe in peace (b***ch).
[Check out 6:35 and bless Tori for having a different song for my every mood.]
Hey, look at that: I’m all fired up again. Nothing like reliving anger through blogging.