Jackass In The Box (or, Reason #37 why I dislike Bike Paths)
Aug
06
So, I’m riding my bike the other day. As a Jeep passes in the opposite direction the driver, apparently enraged by my mere existence, screams at me to:
Get on the fucking bike path!
Hmmm… I’m conflicted. I don’t know whether I want to:
- Explain that in today’s demand driven fuel market, my riding the bike rather than driving helps keep his gas prices down.
- Give him the finger.
- Punch him in the nose.
- Tell him that I’ll do that, as soon as they build a ‘bike path’ from my house to every place I want to go… wait, they already have, it’s called the road, dipshit.
Not being in position to do any of these things, (well, other than giving him the finger, which I resisted the urge to do) I just shook my head and continued on my way, wondering why he was so angry when my presence on the otherwise empty road had in no way, shape, or form delayed, inconvenienced, or indeed, affected him at all. I just don’t understand this sort of random, totally unprovoked, frothing at the mouth anger. It makes you wonder how these morons cope with the genuine annoyances of life.
Sheesh, get a grip… jackass!
I know what you mean. It sometimes seems to me that certain people must simply wake up in the morning and get out of bed in an angrier state than I have ever reached in dealing with what 30 years on this planet has chosen to throw at me.
tucola, on 8-7-2005 @ 2:25 pm |