things kevin hates

On Friday I was walking down the sidewalk of Freret Street in shoes that were already completely soaked thanks to walking through the puddles. That’s bad enough. Then, as I’m on the sidewalk minding my own business, some asshole driving 30 mph makes no effort to avoid the puddles on the side of the road and splashes me with water. I ran down the street shouting profanities and making obscene gestures at the car, but to no avail. To you, asshole driver, I say: what the fuck is your problem? First of all, you shouldn’t have been driving that fast in the rain. Second of all, there was no oncoming traffic, so you could have moved to the middle of the street to avoid the puddle. Third, you could have slowed down to avoid splashing so much water around. Fourth, you could have at least stopped to apologize. I’d have been upset, true, but I’d have calmed down to accept an apology if you were sincere about it—I’m sure it’s possible that I might do something like that not realizing how big a splash was likely to be caused. And if I did that and realized what I’d done, I’d feel pretty bad about it and would hope that an apology would be accepted. But you were completely oblivious, you asshole. Or perhaps you’re not an asshole, you’re just an idiot. Either way, you suck.

P.S. Thanks to the motorcyclist who shook his head in commiseration as he passed by. It almost makes me reconsider the post I made about motorcyclists.