Dear Asshat

My bike basket is not your rubbish bin. I saw you toss you sandwich wrapper into it, not thinking that this pudgy old woman was the rider of the bike when you looked my way. 

I saw you put your things in your car, and head back into the shops. When you were out of sight,  I removed your trash from my bike basket, and put it under you windshield wiper blades, as it does belong to you. I am just so sorry about the BBQ sauce that got smeared on the drivers side, eye level.

Maybe next time, you will carry you trash to the nearest garbage can, and NOT use someone’s bike basket, but I won’t hold my breath. Asses like you think you own the world and everyone/everything in it.


About Sandra

Passenger on a blue marble, circling yellow star. Dancer, astronomer, technogeek, coffee lover, pagan, photographer.. not necessarily in this order.
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One Response to Dear Asshat

  1. John Samuel says:

    Reblogged this on Pirates of the Burley Griffin and commented:
    Seems like a fair response to me. Reblog, please click through to the original.

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