05.14.01

Minding my own business,

walking down the sidewalk,

the intention of pushing the button for the crosswalk,

and a lout on a bike comes whizzing past.

I dodge,

he swerves,

shouting, "Watch where you're fucking going,"

and then adds, "Bitch!"

I stop,

stare at him pedaling off,

and shout back*, "Bite me, dickweed!"

He stops,

wheels around,

and watches me cross the street.

He pauses across the way,

raises his middle finger,

sneers and shouts, "Fuck you, bitch."

I return, "Grow up!"

across four lanes of traffic,

many unmoving cars,

and an equal number of silent motorists,

watching the drama unfold.

I point up at the sign,

a large red circle with a slash,

over a skateboard,

a rollerskate,

a rollerblade,

and a bike,

the words 'on sidewalk' underneath.

The motorists nod as though they understand,

and we all go our separate ways.

(What an absolute cock**.)

Yesterday & Tomorrow.

*I take issue with being called a bitch, simply for the act of walking downtown. You really have to get to know me to understand the myriad of reasons I should be called a bitch, and almost flattening me while illegally biking down the sidewalk is most definitely not one of them.

**Plus, he had really bad hair.