bloody geriatric dickhead
oh, exquisite anger.
on my way home from the gym this morning, I was carefully entering the huge roundabout with my bike. and when I was right in the middle of it, this thickly bespectacled senior citizen closed in on me with his bumpy black vehicle. I was having right of way, but he kept driving. now, I have had my share of having right of way and endig up cut up in hospital, so I yelled at him. a little bit. I was wearing my sports jacket, and I was, well, looking young, you know. he, seeing that, started yelling and gesturing, as if I was the antichrist. but I was right, and he was wrong. and if one thing gets me really pissed off, then it's being right and being yelled at still. he raged about those youngsters, and how I was not allowed to drive there. at the next traffic light, angry me stopped beside his car and screamed at him. ever since the accident I do get really scared in traffic, it's been just too fucked up an episode. I tried to explain the traffic regulations to him, but he didn't even listen. in his senile brain, he had decided: young=punk=wrong, old=defiant=right. I was still yelling when I realised there were about 30 people around, watching me screaming at poor bespectacled granpa.
that was when I left.
but granpa does have many brothers and sisters in this city, and some of them are evil minded bastards, I gotta tell you. poking you with their umbrellas when you're using your cellphone, or blocking entire escalators (don't get me started).
they should be the wise ones, not me. but it's me who has to give way to geriatric dickhead. who didn't even look left.
asshole.
on my way home from the gym this morning, I was carefully entering the huge roundabout with my bike. and when I was right in the middle of it, this thickly bespectacled senior citizen closed in on me with his bumpy black vehicle. I was having right of way, but he kept driving. now, I have had my share of having right of way and endig up cut up in hospital, so I yelled at him. a little bit. I was wearing my sports jacket, and I was, well, looking young, you know. he, seeing that, started yelling and gesturing, as if I was the antichrist. but I was right, and he was wrong. and if one thing gets me really pissed off, then it's being right and being yelled at still. he raged about those youngsters, and how I was not allowed to drive there. at the next traffic light, angry me stopped beside his car and screamed at him. ever since the accident I do get really scared in traffic, it's been just too fucked up an episode. I tried to explain the traffic regulations to him, but he didn't even listen. in his senile brain, he had decided: young=punk=wrong, old=defiant=right. I was still yelling when I realised there were about 30 people around, watching me screaming at poor bespectacled granpa.
that was when I left.
but granpa does have many brothers and sisters in this city, and some of them are evil minded bastards, I gotta tell you. poking you with their umbrellas when you're using your cellphone, or blocking entire escalators (don't get me started).
they should be the wise ones, not me. but it's me who has to give way to geriatric dickhead. who didn't even look left.
asshole.
posted by florian at 13:46
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Earlier this evening, there was this car that had gotten stuck in between two buses, and all the parties involved in the accident were arguing with each other in the middle of the fuckin road, holding up traffic for kilometres. Each person thought he was right, the wait for the traffic to clear up was infuriating, and the fuckin cops weren't doing anything abt it.
poor, poor you.
I hope tomorrow is better :-)
uhoh, ye olde holstentorplatz, its known to be a bike killer. One of the deadliest kreisverkehrs they have in the country of the old farts ;)
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