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Yesterday, I stepped off a bus into a bicycle. My initial response was to gasp out an apology and ask after the bike rider, who had yelled at me to look out but spoke no further. Upon reflection, a guy riding his bike at full speed past a stopped bus with doors that opened a full second or two before I stepped out, who was so close to the side of the bus that he wasn't visible from inside and clipped me with his handlebar in the stomach is a real jerk who isn't biking safely at all.
I'm fine, though my stomach still feels weird. Not weird enough for me not to be happy about the prospect of free BBQ, which is one of the odd benefits of working where I do.
I'm fine, though my stomach still feels weird. Not weird enough for me not to be happy about the prospect of free BBQ, which is one of the odd benefits of working where I do.