Stefano MarinelliThis morning, after dealing with two emergencies at once, on a Saturday, yay, I decided to go out for a short walk.
I was walking close to the wall when someone who lives nearby hit my arm with their car's side mirror while speeding past.
It's not the first time something like this has happened. They've hit the low wall outside my house more than once, and once they almost rear-ended me after ignoring a stop sign. They're one of those people who take the car even to go 100 metres, and are always in a rush.
I had already spoken to them politely, asking them to slow down, especially between the houses. This morning they stopped and started yelling at me, as if it were my fault for walking near my own home instead of driving. I was pressed up against the wall. They had all the room in the world to pass.
I almost lost my temper, but still calmly told them that, in my view, walking 250 metres is more normal than taking the car, speeding around, and risking hitting someone. Especially for completely pointless errands, though I didn't say that part out loud.
At that point they snapped, shouting that I'm the idle one because I "go for walks" and clearly have nothing better to do with my life. Then they suggested, provocatively, that I should find some interests like theirs: they were going to "check that there wasn't any dog poop along the country lane".
Something useful, apparently.
I told them they were right. Maybe I should.
I’m (probably) so bored!
Trekker21
