So I'm riding to work in the "fast" lane in bumper to bumper traffic when the lane is about to get scraped off due to construcion. The car in front of me signals to switch lanes and he gets about 3/4 (or more) of the way into the next lane so I whip around him into the big open stretch in front of him. Just as I'm passing him, he starts to swerve back into the fast lane. He honks and stuff when he realizes what's happening. I say to myself "yeah, yeah, HONK HONK, I see you buddy" and continue on my merry way.
About a minute or two later, the guy catches up to me and pulls along side me. He rolls down his window and says "Smooth move A**-H***, I almost killed you. I hope you die!"
I'd never had anyone tell me he hoped I die before. But I'm a pretty cool guy so I direct my attention back on the road and continue on my merry way. (please bear in mind, this is all still RUSH-HOUR! and D.C. has the second worst rush-hour in the country)
About a minute or two later, the guy has positioned himself in front of me in the adjacent lane. I'm just tooling along and the guy swerves as if he were going to cut me off but then doesn't like he's trying to scare me or something.
So my morning consisted of riding along with frozen nuckles in 40 degree weather in nasty traffic and some guy with his cell-phone headset in his ear:
1. "nearly kills" me
2. swears at me
3. wishes me dead
4. pantomimes finishing the job
And on top of that, when I finally got to work, I wound up having a S***TY day to boot. I caught a friend cheating the time-clock and might not see him at work anymore. :-(
At least my beer still loves me.
About a minute or two later, the guy catches up to me and pulls along side me. He rolls down his window and says "Smooth move A**-H***, I almost killed you. I hope you die!"
I'd never had anyone tell me he hoped I die before. But I'm a pretty cool guy so I direct my attention back on the road and continue on my merry way. (please bear in mind, this is all still RUSH-HOUR! and D.C. has the second worst rush-hour in the country)
About a minute or two later, the guy has positioned himself in front of me in the adjacent lane. I'm just tooling along and the guy swerves as if he were going to cut me off but then doesn't like he's trying to scare me or something.
So my morning consisted of riding along with frozen nuckles in 40 degree weather in nasty traffic and some guy with his cell-phone headset in his ear:
1. "nearly kills" me
2. swears at me
3. wishes me dead
4. pantomimes finishing the job
And on top of that, when I finally got to work, I wound up having a S***TY day to boot. I caught a friend cheating the time-clock and might not see him at work anymore. :-(
At least my beer still loves me.