They Say What They Say

I am lucky to be alive.

I was just tootling along Lonsdale Street on my bike, making my way toward the camera shops in Elizabeth Street where I planned to exercise my new credit card on a digital camera to take away with me. I was almost up to the traffic lights when I paused to go around this guy who was waiting to enter the car park next to Myer's. But I couldn't go round him because another car was coming up behind us so I stopped until they went past. Meanwhile the idiot in front of me decides he needs to back up a little and starts reversing. I'm not sure that he even bothered to check his rear vision mirror because next thing I know I'm madly scrambling to get out of his way before he runs over me, and at the same time trying to avoid being hit by on-coming traffic.

I scream at him, and I mean literally scream, because I was terrified that I was going to be killed, and he yells back that he didn't see me and that he thought I was going around him, and I scream back that I couldn't go around him because there were cars coming and what the fuck was I supposed to do? so he yells back, die!

I am appalled and speechless at his arrogance and flagrant disregard for life, and quite utterly appalled. How dare he? What makes him so great that he could wish death upon me after he did completely the wrong thing? I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but this just takes the cake!

I am lucky to be alive.

I was just tootling along Lonsdale Street on my bike, making my way toward the camera shops in Elizabeth Street where I planned to exercise my new credit card on a digital camera to take away with me. I was almost up to the traffic lights when I paused to go around this guy who was waiting to enter the car park next to Myer's. But I couldn't go round him because another car was coming up behind us so I stopped until they went past. Meanwhile the idiot in front of me decides he needs to back up a little and starts reversing. I'm not sure that he even bothered to check his rear vision mirror because next thing I know I'm madly scrambling to get out of his way before he runs over me, and at the same time trying to avoid being hit by on-coming traffic.

I scream at him, and I mean literally scream, because I was terrified that I was going to be killed, and he yells back that he didn't see me and that he thought I was going around him, and I scream back that I couldn't go around him because there were cars coming and what the fuck was I supposed to do? so he yells back, die!

I am appalled and speechless at his arrogance and flagrant disregard for life, and quite utterly appalled. How dare he? What makes him so great that he could wish death upon me after he did completely the wrong thing? I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but this just takes the cake!