Where do assholes like this come from, anyway?
Yesterday while out cycling some asshole threw a bottle at me. It glanced off my arm and kept going. It was a plastic water bottle that they had been using as an ashtray and I could smell the wet cigarette ashes and butts that splashed out of the bottle onto me.
Unfortunately, by the time I got my presence of mind back, he was too far ahead of me to read his license plate number - I was wearing non-prescription sunglasses - or I would have reported it to the police on the spot.
It was some teenage kid (obviously), and it was in the best neighborhood in town. I would have enjoyed making the little bastard's rich daddy squirm.
Unfortunately, by the time I got my presence of mind back, he was too far ahead of me to read his license plate number - I was wearing non-prescription sunglasses - or I would have reported it to the police on the spot.
It was some teenage kid (obviously), and it was in the best neighborhood in town. I would have enjoyed making the little bastard's rich daddy squirm.