I Love Being Called a Cunt in the Morning…

Setting: Just east of the intersection at Adelaide and Bathurst, 8:40am. I’m following three other cyclists when a man almost steps into the path of the person biking in front of me. He steps back, looks directly at me, and then steps into the street again. I come within a couple inches of him.

Redneck with CoffeeTime Cup: Fuck!
Me: Watch where you’re going!
RWCC: Fuck you!
Me: Fuck YOU! Use the crosswalk!
RWCC: Fuck off you stupid cunt!
Me: Thank you! What a wonderful Friday morning!

Was this really necessary? Such insolence. I’ve just about had it. I’m looking forward to taking the streetcar this winter.

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