Few things sour my Monday morning mood faster than being run off the road.
I chose to ignore the ominous dusting of snow on the hills behind my house this morning and instead focused on the positive – the shiny yellow sunshine highlighting the shoes dangling from the trees across the street. My ride in was brisk, but I’ve been colder. In fact, it was largely uneventful if I completely ignore the fact that Fabio tried to kill me in a Range Rover.
He was on his cell phone – naturally – when he thought it would be an awesome idea to change lanes right into me. I braked hard to avoid the collision and zipped around him on the left, laying on my horn the whole time. I stopped at his window – he rolled it down, and apologized in a thick Italian accent. The accent combined with the smile were probably really quite charming, except I really fucking hate it when people don’t pay attention to the road and almost take me out. I was too pissed to let loose my usual barrage of insults and random swearing, so I just shook my head in disgust and went on my way.
Something about a shiny new day seems to make people kind of stupid. I was also cut off at the entrance to the bridge by an asshat in a Civic, but it wasn’t nearly as close as the Incident with Fabio. I was in a fairly good mood before the idiocy, but I got grumpy pretty quickly. I need to shake this bad mood; it’s too nice outside to dwell on rich assholes and their giant cars and stupid cell phones.
So, what should I wear to my COURT DATE on Wednesday?