Warning: Profanity
(I don't use much profanity because I think it's an easy laugh. But profanity is integral to this story.)
I was in a bad mood today, because being really poor sucks. And as I walked out of the McDonalds in Union Square with a $1 McChicken in my hand, this dude on a bike was coming at me the wrong way down a one-lane, one-way street. He made this "get-out-of-the-way" whistle, so as he passed I said half under my breath, "Fuck off."
He turned and became really angry and he said, "You go fuck yourself, bitch!!!" So he one-up'd me on the profanity. I just walked off like he wasn't there, because I don't have time for these peons. Then he just rode off. Right back to the psych. ward.
