Who's The Faggot?
Here in South Florida, there are only two reasons anybody would be riding a bicycle. One reason is that you have had one too many DUI's and have no choice. The other reason is that you are homeless and poor, and couldn't afford a twenty year old Toyota Corolla. Either way, you don't have a lot going on for you in your life. That is why I was so flabbergasted yesterday, when a forty something year old, dirty, shirtless, toothless, bum on a bicycle, looked me in the eye as he rode by, and yelled out in his raspy bum voice, "FAGGOT!". He then proceeded to do the same to Mark, who was lagging some ways behind me. We were on our way into the Winn-Dixie Store, minding our own business, and this cretin suddenly felt that he needed to insult two total strangers. I guess that it somehow makes people like him feel a little better about their lot in life, if only for a few seconds.
This isn't the first time here in Fort Lauderdale that I have been the target of a drive by 'faggoting'. It has happened at least four times that I can remember, and every time it has totally taken me by surprise. I end up standing there, staring at the asshole as he drives/rides away, sputtering incomprehensible threats and making confused gestures in some attempt to answer back. That's the problem, I never know how to respond to such an attack. I'm not much good with the witty comeback, and even if I did have a good one, what would I do if the idiot turned around and came back? I've never been much good at fighting either. I guess the best thing to do is just forget it and go on with enjoying my life. After all, my life must be better than theirs, because I don't feel the urge to drive around looking for someone else to belittle.