Death Cry of Choice
0 comment Thursday, June 26, 2014 |
In that split second when I'm riding my bike and I think I'm going to die, I scream "HEY!!!!" That is my instantanious expletive of choice, and a sad one at that, seeing as it's not even offensive.
I know this because I screamed it last night when a big black truck came out of an alley and slid into the street on some ice. Fortunately, I was not on ice and was able to stop about three feet from its passenger side door.
I've screamed HEY before, and still have no idea why that's what comes out of my mouth. If anyone has any pointers on how to change this, I'd like to train myself to shout something a little cooler. "MAKE MY DAY!" Or at least martyr-ish. "BIKES MAKE RIGHT!" Then death.

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