• This morning was unexceptional, other than two separate instances of people getting weirdly and uncomfortably close at the lights.

    Needy guy number 1 suggested it was because I was too close to the stop line.

    Snugglebunny number 2 suggested that riding between me and the kerb was necessary, because I was track standing, and I should put my feet down.

    He then said that I wasn't a ballerina.

    I cry evry teim, dreams of the Bolshoi shattered.

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