Tonight as I was on my way to yoga, a rogue Mercedes almost plowed me down.
The car before it had pulled a similar maneuver, but since the light had just changed I had less time to react verbally. But I was in a crosswalk, and crossing with the flashing green little man.
Now, I am what could be considered an aggressive pedestrian, especially in Madrid, where drivers are terrible. But I’m aggressive because I do my best to be a responsible pedestrian (as responsible as someone who spent several of her formative years in New York City, jaywalking with the best of ’em). And tonight was no exception. I was crossing in a crosswalk with the light.
Already riled up by the first car’s stunt, I was boiling when the Mercedes swung around the corner at top speed.
What came out of my mouth?
“FUUUUUCK YOU!”
After two years here, I am versed in the many variations on swear words in Spanish. But, what can I say? I seemingly had no control over this outburst. Some primitive part of me awoke, and that part of me speaks English.
I only wish the jerk had had his window down.
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