My Dragons
Moron in the Strip
Ever have one of those moments where you can see the disaster coming but there's nothing you can do about it?
There's this guy in the Strip who I've seen four or five times now on my trip in. First time I noticed him it was because he stepped into my path; I thought he hadn't seen me, gasped, and swerved to avoid hitting him.
Well, Boyo has apparently decided that this means I'm afraid of him, rather than for him, and now he jumps in front of me every time he sees me coming. This morning he said something about "gonna get you"--there was more to it, might've been "I told you I was gonna get you"--before running off. I called after him that he was being stupid and that I didn't want to break his arm (and I'll note that I meant it sincerely, as opposed to in that "nice restaurant, be a shame if something were to happen to it" sort of way) and what did he think he's doing, jumping in front of 200 moving pounds.
What burns me is that eventually he's going to misjudge his mighty leap, or my reflexes are going to fail, or our collective luck will run out, and I'm going to hit him. All I can do1 is hope I don't damage him too severely, because I have no particular desire to go to court over some idiot who decided to play in traffic.
1: Besides changing my route, which I absolutely refuse to do. I am the law-abiding, orderly one here; it is not my job to accomodate assholes.