dude, what the hell
There is a first time for everything, right?
Today I was walking home from this coffee shop I have in my neighborhood, and crossed paths with this dude walking his bike. He didn’t look like he had a home, or at least it didn’t look that way. Maybe a transient, maybe homeless, or maybe just a really bad dresser. Anywho, I walked by the guy not figuring much as I walk by people all the time. This was, however, was not an ordinary time. The dude spat right in my face! I was SHOCKED. I said nothing to the guy, nor did I make I contact. I just a big fat spit ball in my face. There was no reason what-so-ever, yet I got one. I kind of now know what it is like being a cop. I was little upset, to say the least, but what am I going to do? Really.
For all I know the guy is high on something and is just waiting to hurt someone. I really have better things to do with my time, so I just took it in stride and continued walking. I was fuming inside, and a little worried. What if the guy turns around and tries to attack me? I was very happy to know that I could run again. . but still. Talk about an odd situation.
Yep, that would be the highlight of the week, or would we call that a low light?