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Today, I had a shitty experience with a bicyclist.
I was leaving the Barns & Noble parking lot and was waiting on traffic when this bicyclist zips around the front of my car. He smacks my front fender and goes into the grass on the side of the sidewalk. Then, he has the nerve to come over to my car and berate me for blocking the sidewalk with my car.
Cocksucker!
You're on a fucking bicycle and you're riding on the sidewalk, intended for pedestrians! You could have fucking zipped around my bumper, cause you sure as hell saw me parked there while you were barreling the fuck toward me in your stupid lycra outfit and condom-like helmet!
I was so pissed.
My mood, which, until then was pretty good, was totally spoiled.
I'm still seething and wishing that something dreadful happens to that little prick.
Fucking bicyclists.
I was leaving the Barns & Noble parking lot and was waiting on traffic when this bicyclist zips around the front of my car. He smacks my front fender and goes into the grass on the side of the sidewalk. Then, he has the nerve to come over to my car and berate me for blocking the sidewalk with my car.
Cocksucker!
You're on a fucking bicycle and you're riding on the sidewalk, intended for pedestrians! You could have fucking zipped around my bumper, cause you sure as hell saw me parked there while you were barreling the fuck toward me in your stupid lycra outfit and condom-like helmet!
I was so pissed.
My mood, which, until then was pretty good, was totally spoiled.
I'm still seething and wishing that something dreadful happens to that little prick.
Fucking bicyclists.
