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May 31st, 2005, 12:33 PM
To the motorist who felt the need to honk and yell at me as I was lying in a bloody pile in the middle of the intersection: Go fuck yourself. I did not have some sly plan to crash in order to inconvenience you. I was not trying to make a political statement against automobiles or the war in Iraq. I just fell of my bike. For future reference, there are several appropriate responses to this situation. Honking and telling me to "get the fuck out of the road" is not one of them. Patiently waiting in your car without would been perfectly acceptable. To go the extra mile, you could have rolled down your window and asked, "Are you okay?? That's what I was trying to figure out during all 15 seconds that I was lying there blocking your way. It was drizzling so I couldn't possibly expect you to get out of your car and help make sure that other cars didn't run me over in their haste to get around you. However, I would also consider this a reasonable thing to do.
To the pedestrians who were there: fuck you too. I have learned not expect a lot, but laughing and pointing as you walk around me is just plain rude. At the very least you could ignore me and laugh at me when you're out of earshot. And another thing: What ever happened to chivalry? I'm a hot girl and now is a great time to hit on me under the pretense of being helpful. In my delirium, I might just go for it. For example, you could escort me and my bicycle out of the street. I usually don't need help fixing a flat, but seeing as both my hands and elbows are bleeding, I'll probably welcome some assistance and empathy. But like I said before, at the very least just fucking allow me to stumble out of harm's way unscathed by your foul language and large vehicles. It's really not a lot to ask.
To the pedestrians who were there: fuck you too. I have learned not expect a lot, but laughing and pointing as you walk around me is just plain rude. At the very least you could ignore me and laugh at me when you're out of earshot. And another thing: What ever happened to chivalry? I'm a hot girl and now is a great time to hit on me under the pretense of being helpful. In my delirium, I might just go for it. For example, you could escort me and my bicycle out of the street. I usually don't need help fixing a flat, but seeing as both my hands and elbows are bleeding, I'll probably welcome some assistance and empathy. But like I said before, at the very least just fucking allow me to stumble out of harm's way unscathed by your foul language and large vehicles. It's really not a lot to ask.