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I almost got run over by a homeless man on a bike

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Nick and I like to walk to Starbucks on the weekend.  It gets us out of the house and Mochi gets some exercise in the process.

Yesterday started out as any other trip.  Headed out the door and off we went.  I got my decaf skinny vanilla latte and Nick had the carmel apple spiced cider.

We head back home.  We’re walking along the path and we see a dude on a bike.  The  path is actually pretty wide so we moved to the right to let the guy pass – typical rules of the road.  Instead of taking the section of path we cleared for him, he B-Lined for me and Mochi.  Literally came barreling towards us and then cussed us out as he passed.  Mochi and I literally jumped out of the way so we wouldn’t be taken out by this guy (let’s be real, Mochi doesn’t jump).  And in the process I lost a good portion of my latte all over my fleece and hand.  I know what you’re thinking, “that sucks, she lost some of her latte.”  But no, my bigger concern was having such a sticky hand.  I hate it.  It’s one of the worst things ever.

WTF, homeless man.

Let’s break down what just happened.

1.  Homeless man on a bike.  He must be a well-to-do homeless man if he can afford a bike.  Or he stole it.  Hmmm, on second guess, he probably stole it.  Remind me to double check the locks on the doors before we go to bed.

2.  He was riding said bike on the sidewalk.  That’s a no-no.  What’s funny, is that I’m typically a bike nazi.  I get way too wrapped up in bikers following the rules of the road.  But for some reason, when we saw this guy I was in a good mood and perfectly willing to {unnecessarily} share the sidewalk.

3.  When you drive in this country, you drive on the right.  It made sense for us to move over to the right to let the guy pass.  This dumb ass decided he was in England and went for the head on collision.

4.  He cussed us out.  Really?  Really?  I mean, it’s an incredibly odd feeling to do something completely right and still “get in trouble” for it.  I mean, he was wrong.  But we tried to be nice and he yelled at us.

I wish that my camera had been ready and I could have taken a picture of him and all his homeless glory.  Rats!

Nick later commented that the guy must have been super drunk or on drugs.  Apparently he yelled “black wall, get out of my way.”  I was in my typical walking garb…black workout pants and my black fleece.

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