I'm driving up the one-way, three-lane city street that Mom's nursing home is on. I'm cruising verrrrry slowly as I'm keeping an eye out for a parking spot that I can whip into.
Off to my left is somebody wearing a face mask (the kind you see in those news shots of Chinese cities when the topic is air pollution). He or she -- I genuinely couldn't tell -- gets on the bicycle, literally in the middle of the freakin' road, and the bicycle immediately starts to wobble.
Idiot Cyclist lurches to the right. Directly in front of my card. Without even a glance in my direction.
If I had been travelling a couple of kilometres or miles per hour faster, I would've been held up for my Easter dinner with Mom while I explained things to Windsor's Finest and the paramedics peeled IC off the front of my car.
Off to my left is somebody wearing a face mask (the kind you see in those news shots of Chinese cities when the topic is air pollution). He or she -- I genuinely couldn't tell -- gets on the bicycle, literally in the middle of the freakin' road, and the bicycle immediately starts to wobble.
Idiot Cyclist lurches to the right. Directly in front of my card. Without even a glance in my direction.
If I had been travelling a couple of kilometres or miles per hour faster, I would've been held up for my Easter dinner with Mom while I explained things to Windsor's Finest and the paramedics peeled IC off the front of my car.
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