For the Love of Apple, Where Is My iPod?

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Here I was, a 23-year-old girl bike riding across SE Division St into Ladd's Addition, a middle-aged man bike rides up beside me, as if to pass me. However, he does not pass me. I can feel him looking at me. I look over and halfway smile: I figure he just wants to say hello, as it's a nice day. Instead, he says to me, "You know, your bike's wheel base could be longer." I'm not sure what my face looked like, but it was probably expressing a mixture of confusion, offense, and pure anger. He moves ahead, and I begin to become enraged. My big 'take that' is passing him in fury. Oy vey.

I have a few things to say. First of all, when I talk to a stranger, I begin with "Excuse me", or, I don't know, "Hello!" It's just common decency. Second, I would like to say a couple of lame comebacks: "You could have a dildo in your mouth right now...but you don't. Too bad"; "Maybe you'd get laid more often if your bike didn't have square tubes"; and, "Fuck off". Third, I love my bike, so don't tell me to change it, man. Fourth, I know about bike geometry and I don't want to talk about it with you. And, if you do HAVE to tell me—because your bike is an extension of your cock—please say, "Excuse me". As a rule, world, don't say something to a stranger on a bike!!!!!!!!! ...Gotta find that iPod before I croak from having to listen to what people are saying...

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