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it had been so long, I had actually stopped thinking about it

it was no longer a part of my daily life

for some reason i chalked it up to one of those east coast/ west coast things

or maybe i just live in a better area now

whatever i didnt really give it any deep thought

so i’m walking from my car to get the mail and…

hark! what do i hear?

pssssssssssssst

pssssssssssssst

pssssssssssssst

what could that be? it must be someone i know, you know, because that shit doesnt happen to me here, right?

pssssssssssssst

pssssssssssssst

followed by lipsmacking and rude gestures from an effing imbecile on a bike

he disturbed my peace

i was pisssssssssssssssed

so what do you do?

here’s what i did–i so eloquently squawked at him in the middle of the street (like the lady that i am): YOU ARE DISGUSTING

squawked

what do they call it?

l’esprit de l’escalier

couldn’t I have come better than that?

i could have used “despicable.” at least that would have been a little more creative. heck, “filthy” would have been at least a little more clever. marginally.

PISSED

i should have just let it go. if you don’t acknowledge it, it doesn’t exist.

then i wouldn’t be obsessing right now about my failure to use my words.

i’ve never been that good on-the-spot. especially with insults. it’s generally in print that i shine. maybe i should write him a caustic letter.

long, deep cleansing breaths. goosfraba. the universe is unfolding as it should. accept that some people are not worth your thoughts and move on.

peace.