To the man who blew past me at about 70 km/hr when I was stopped at the crosswalk on Main St. tonight,
You came within 3 ft of killing the pedestrian who was IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET! Yes, I realize she was crossing the road at an unlit crosswalk on a dark and rainy night wearing all black, but she was IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD! You are driving a car and you should really be looking out for people who are IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD! Here’s a tip: when you see that the car in the next lane (i.e., me) is stopped at a crosswalk, you may want to consider that there may be a person IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET! Also, when I yelled at you at the next stoplight (because, despite your ridiculous speed and lack of consideration for the safety and life of a young pedestrian, you didn’t actually get any further ahead than the next stoplight!), your dismissive shrug, as if you cared not that you nearly killed a person, was not appreciated.
To the man to drove by me very slowly and stared at me the entire time while I was loading my hockey gear into my co-op car,
Yes, I play hockey. Yes, I am a girl. Get over it.
To the girl who shoved me, hard, down to the ice, from behind, at the blue line, after the whistle and then said, “Sorry!”,
I did not believe that you were sorry.
To my brown shoes that appear to have disappeared from my apartment without a trace,
Was it something I said?
To the too hot french fry that burned the roof of my mouth when I bit into it,
You were supposed to be delicious, not injurious.