Lucky Bitches

We're SO nice, until you piss us off.

Gerg and I were riding the Nighthawk back from Pizza Nea the other night after a sweet jazz and pizza date.

Gerg is a wikked attentive driver, thankfully. We were both pretty shocked when some bitch came plowing directly towards us in her Nissan driving on the wrong side of the street.

We were driving through an intersection where the cross traffic had to stop, but our lane wasn't required to stop. Gerg had to stop suddenly in the middle of the intersection and the bitch driving towards us in our lane finally slammed on her brakes, stopping about 4 feet in front of us. She came "this close" to a head-on collision with us. We both slid forward suddenly on the bike, but neither of us fell down, or anything.

There's another car at a stop sign at the intersection, and I hear the girl in that car who witnessed the shit yell, "Jesus Christ!!" through her open window. I seconded that in my head. I think I was too shocked say anything at first.

The bitch who almost hit us had stopped in the middle of the lane on the wrong side of the road, probably confused about why she was driving on the wrong f-ing side of the street.

Gerg yells "Get off the road!!" at the the bitch as we drive around the car to continue on our way. And here's the part that really pisses me off....the dude in the passenger seat was smiling - maybe even laughing as we drove around them. I understand that accidents happen, but laughing in the face of the people you almost ran over is rude. I totally flipped them off.

As we drove away, I daydreamed about jumping off the bike right there, ripping him out of the car through the passenger window and sinking my heel into his eyesocket, screaming, "WHO'S LAUGHING NOW, mother-f-er?!?!" Instead, I rubbed gerg's shoulders and commended him on his deft motorcycle driving skilz.

Bitches are SO lucky. And fortunately, I didn't scuff my new peeptoe pumps from Ireland during the incident. Lucky. Bitches.