It happened again last night - a man cycled by as I was walking Leia and said something to me in a different language. I think it was Spanish. And it's not a greeting like Hello, because I know what hello is in Spanish. No, this is a full sentence. Maybe four or five words. And it happens to me at least once a month. The same dude riding by saying the same Spanish sentence to me. The tone of his voice is positive and happy, so I'm pretty sure he's not insulting me. If he is then he's the most passive-aggressive Spanish speaking bicyclist I have ever seen. Eventually, I started putting my hands up every time he cycled by giving the international gesture for "What the fuck are you saying to me?" Last night I yelled back to him, "I don't understand you!" But he keeps cycling away. I'm this close to staking this guy out. Hiding in the bushes maybe. Because I got questions.
Moral of the story: Life is a strange man saying something to you in a language you can't understand as he speeds past on his bicycle. Once a month. Forever.
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