Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Not a Schmozzle
At the eleven kilometer mark, I could see a young guy coming toward me with his head down, staring at a mobile device. With the zipping sound that the studded tires make on bare pavement, I thought for sure that he would look up at the sound and see me. Not! I had to let out one of my deep throated "HEY!!!s" to get his attention. I got his attention all right. He was so startled that I swear he levitated off the sidewalk. Maybe even soiled himself. It was probably evil of me but I had to snicker at his reaction. If a collision had been imminent, I would have veered onto the snow. I mean, I'm not supposed to be riding on the sidewalk anyway.
By the time I got home (one hour and thirty three minutes after departing the workplace), I had to head to the shower to rid myself of all the accumulated perspiration that was soaking my clothing but compared to the Schmozzle the other day, this was my kind of commute.