Cyclist

Sometimes, my temprament and charm (stop laughing, you at the back) can be severely tested.

Today, walking along the path, a cyclist came up behind me, and just started ringing her bell so I would get out the way. As she eventually got past, she tutted, which following the bell is just like a red rag to a bull.

“Well, if you decided to ride in the road instead, perhaps you wouldn’t find so many people getting in your fucking way. Idiot.”

Depressingly, she didn’t answer back…