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It was so nice outside today, I decided to bike to work (Also, my car is in the shop). Having discovered that the Twins aren't home nearly often enough for me to make major bank by the time I have to go back to school, I was on my way to my friend's parents' yet-to-be-sold, still-needs-a-lot-of-work house to strip varnish off of door frames and stairways, earning hefty sums for working with volatile—and possibly blood poisoning-causing—chemicals.

En route, while crossing an alleyway, I was almost sideswiped by a giant, black SUV whose driver did not seem intent on slowing down to turn onto Prior. I swerved around it, its front bumper nearly missing the back tire of my (brother's) bike. I hopped off, ready to give the driver a piece of my mind when I saw that the twenty-something, too-much-fake-tanner woman in the driver's seat—who had finally realized she almost nailed someone, and had finally come to a stop about halfway into the street—was still holding a cell phone to her ear. "Oh." I said aloud. That explains everything. I stepped up to and reached through the window, grabbed the cell phone, and hurled it through the air, and across the street, where it broke into pieces on the roof of a garage.

I hopped on my bike and rode away.