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On the drive home, she approached a
man riding a bicycle ahead of her. She steered directly behind the rider and
matched his speed, her front bumper only a few feet from the cyclist. She
inched a bit closer to him, and pressed on the car's horn. She really leaned on
it, keeping the horn's blast going for a full ten seconds.
The cyclist jerked in his
seat. His hands almost came off the handle bar, and his front wheel whipped
back and forth. He pulled hard on his brakes and flipped over the front of his
bike, crashing onto the sidewalk.
Oh! That's mean.
ReplyDeleteSeems like there's another contender in the "worst protagonist" contest.