I was driving to work yesterday, and passed a bicyclist. No big deal, except as I'm driving along he suddenly puts on a burst of speed, passes me, then cuts in front of me to get to the other side of the street. Like literally in front of my bumper. I hit the brake and honked -reflex- and he held out his arm with his palm extended toward me in a "stop" motion. UH, NO, DICK.
"IT'S CALLED A TURN SIGNAL YOU ASSHOLE JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ON A BIKE DOESN'T MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW THE RULES!" I screamed...but the window was up, and he pedaled on his merry, oblivious way.
Arrgh. I hate that so much. How imperious was that, just "STOP!" Try that in a car, jerkoff. See what happens.
"IT'S CALLED A TURN SIGNAL YOU ASSHOLE JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ON A BIKE DOESN'T MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW THE RULES!" I screamed...but the window was up, and he pedaled on his merry, oblivious way.
Arrgh. I hate that so much. How imperious was that, just "STOP!" Try that in a car, jerkoff. See what happens.



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