So after work yesterday I went to get my bike, which was parked on Broadway, and a hot dog vendor had parked his cart right on top of it. Well, not on top of it exactly, but his cart was against the bike rack and my bike was wedged in between the cart and the rack. I was pissed and I said "You had to park your cart right next to my bike?!? There's a whole street!" He ignored me, maybe because he didn't understand English, and I tried to free my bike from his sweaty stinky hot dog cart. And then I noticed that his fucking stool was leaning against my bike. So I said "Can you get your chair off my bike??" and he moved it, all the while not saying a word to me. I continued to mutter to myself under my breath and give him dirty looks, all while he completely ignored me and sold some guy a Snapple. He didn't seem the least bit interested in me or my bike or the fact that I was upset.
I considered doing something bad to his cart, like punching a hole in it with my screwdriver or knocking over his neatly displayed bottles of water. But instead, I did nothing.
I took this picture after I freed my bike and got on it, so I could make a quick getaway.
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