As I pulled up next to you at the red light this morning you were honking your horn and yelling something at the cyclist in front of you. I couldn’t hear what you were saying but it was clear that you were upset that the aforementioned cyclist was blocking you from turning right. In case you have forgotten, bicycles are considered vehicles and have to follow the same rules as you and your Mercedes. Also, he has the right to be there just as you have the right to eat too much and buy expensive looking shirts. And honestly, should you, the grossly overweight businessman, really be picking a fight with the muscular specimen that rides his bicycle for miles everyday? If you could pull your enormous self out of the Mercedes (oh what an unfortunate vocation it has carrying you wherever you need to go), he would drop you like a geologist that realised the 1,000,000 year old fossil he was holding was indeed 10 day old dog poo.
The reason for this mornings letter is to tell you that there is no way you were actually that mad at that man on his bicycle. Instead, you need to realize that there is probably a deeper seeded problem in your life. Either that or you simply need to be more patient. If that man on bike was a car you wouldn’t have given it a second thought. Or, maybe you would in which case you need to prepare for your first of a series of stress related heart attacks.
As the light turned green and you squealed your tires west on plano parkway, I noticed that you had a tail light out. I sure hope that no police notice and pull you over making you even more late than the “rude” cyclist you will inevitably tell your co-workers about around the water cooler today.
Greg
ha! fat rich guys