On Friday afternoon I was walking the half mile to my local body shop, where they were removing the large "W" that had been carved onto my car bonnet recently. The route took me along a narrow path. At the end of the path 2 cyclists approached, intent on barrelling past me. There was not room for them to do this without my pressing myself flat against one of the walls, so I actually stepped into the path of the leading cyclist and with a "Whoa!" stopped him by placing my hands on both his shoulders.
Perhaps predictably he exploded into what seemed almost murderous rage, screaming at me barely coherently.
"What the fuck are you playing at?" he demanded
I wasn't too keen to enter into an explanation, along the lines of his selfish behaviour endangering another citizen, so I said nothing.
"I ought to smash you right between the eyes!" he yelled, before leaving me to my own, rather unsettled devices. As an esprit d'esaclier I could have said:
"Actually, between the eyes would be fine; they're fucked anyway, but could you avoid the teeth? I've just spent a lot of money on those."
Probably wouldn't have helped much. Witty put-downs don't work with selfish monsters like this psychopath, whose world clearly left no room for the consideration of others.
Where I live in the inner city, the jungle is very close.
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