August202009
FML
While I was riding my bike to the train station this morning a garbage truck passed me, drove through a puddle, and splashed dirty rainwater ALL OVER ME. I was drenched, it was like something out of a bad movie. Now I smell like a wet dog.
Then on the way to my office I got into a verbal altercation with a truck driver since he was parked in the crosswalk and I had to walk into oncoming traffic. That made me feel a little better.
I will be relieved if I can survive the rest of my time in Chicago without being hit by a car.
