Wow, nothing to get your blood flowing in the morning like getting threatened on the street!

Some random kid was walking about 50 feet ahead of me, listening to his Walkman, when some car nearly hit him while pulling into a church parking lot. This, understandably, pissed him off.

I shrugged and kept going. He muttered to either himself or someone on the phone for the next few blocks—he was wearing earbuds so I _think_ it was someone else?

And then when I caught up to him just outside the cafe, he muttered something at me about wanting to "beat the crap out of one of you people." I assume that was a racial thing. C'est la vie.

I told him, "Listen, it's a beautiful day, try to enjoy it" and kept going. After living for two years in the U District, I guess it's not that easy to faze me unless you're actively chasing me.

Hope the fucker has a better rest of his day. If it was a racial thing, I sympathize. I was sympathizing long before I caught up to him. But I'm afraid that now I sympathize a bit less, 'cause I'm not the idiot who almost plowed into you, my dude. That's not a melanin-linked trait. :p