Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde on the morning commute
04-08-09 | 02:35 PM
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Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde on the morning commute
Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde on the morning commute
I am doing my commute this morning, making good time down the Pearl Harbor Bike Path. As I approach one of the few intersection crossing (junction at the main highway and a road coming out of a housing area), Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde pulls out of the housing area in her dark blue Ford Expedition (and get this, she is not a fat butt lady, but borderline anorexia less than 95 pounds). Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde has to stop at the red light and wait to make a right on red, because of a single car on the highway. Rather than wait the one second for the cross traffic car to clear and go, Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde decides to use this time to put on her lipstick. Even though she is running late getting the little kid to elementary school. After all, Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde cannot possibly pull up to the school drop off without any makeup on. After spending six seconds putting on her lipstick (five extra seconds after the car had passed), she looks up and sees me entering the intersection. Exasperated that she now has to wait another two seconds for the cyclist to clear the intersection, she looks right at me and throws her arms up right at me in total frustration.
That is what her face looked like.
In reaction, I mouth the words F*** Y** too B**ch, and continue on.
Clearly she understood the last word, because after she made her right turn, Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde hit the electric button to roll down her passenger window and yell something at me and then speed off.
The bike path ends and I am now on the same highway that Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde sped off on. 2.3 miles after our first encounter, I am approaching the cross street that has the elementary school that Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde dumped her kid off. As I approach the traffic light that just turned green for me, up zooms Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde to her red light to make another right turn on red. But this time, having just barely made it in time getting the kid to school; Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde is ALL SMILES and waving her boney little hand at me.
I am doing my commute this morning, making good time down the Pearl Harbor Bike Path. As I approach one of the few intersection crossing (junction at the main highway and a road coming out of a housing area), Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde pulls out of the housing area in her dark blue Ford Expedition (and get this, she is not a fat butt lady, but borderline anorexia less than 95 pounds). Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde has to stop at the red light and wait to make a right on red, because of a single car on the highway. Rather than wait the one second for the cross traffic car to clear and go, Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde decides to use this time to put on her lipstick. Even though she is running late getting the little kid to elementary school. After all, Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde cannot possibly pull up to the school drop off without any makeup on. After spending six seconds putting on her lipstick (five extra seconds after the car had passed), she looks up and sees me entering the intersection. Exasperated that she now has to wait another two seconds for the cyclist to clear the intersection, she looks right at me and throws her arms up right at me in total frustration.
That is what her face looked like.In reaction, I mouth the words F*** Y** too B**ch, and continue on.
Clearly she understood the last word, because after she made her right turn, Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde hit the electric button to roll down her passenger window and yell something at me and then speed off. The bike path ends and I am now on the same highway that Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde sped off on. 2.3 miles after our first encounter, I am approaching the cross street that has the elementary school that Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde dumped her kid off. As I approach the traffic light that just turned green for me, up zooms Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde to her red light to make another right turn on red. But this time, having just barely made it in time getting the kid to school; Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde is ALL SMILES and waving her boney little hand at me.
