Fawlty Showers

Sucks to Be You

The next day I rode by bike around North Park. My ride ended at the bottom of a steep hill near the Boat House.

I was going too fast when I turned into the parking lot. My front tire hit a bump and I flew over the handlebars, landing on my back in the grass next to the path.

A man walked his bike past me, not asking if I was OK.  Maybe because I was in pain, I felt a little resentful.

I started wishing he’d have a little bad luck as well. A fungal infection spreading upward from the seat of his bike. An audit by the IRS. An infestation of murder hornets.

In a few minutes I calmed down. Looking after me was not his job. I was just glad I wasn’t him. I mentally started listing other people I was glad I was not.

Today I’ll make a list of people I’m glad I’m not.

 

Fawlty Showers is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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