“Hey, nice language, Buddy.”

Got off my bus this morning, with coffee and the cold on my mind.  I was crossing the circle at the train station, and another man was in front of me.  I noticed his grey Chucks, since the only other grey ones I have seen have been on my own feet.  He began crossing through the crosswalk, when a BMW sped around the turn, looking the other way.  I froze, and the other man froze, luckily.  The car came 3-4 feet from hitting him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” said the pedestrian.

“Hey, nice language, Buddy,” the asshole driver repeated, “Nice language, Buddy.”

Because, you know.  The work FUCK is worse than almost breaking someone’s legs in the morning because you’re not looking where you’re driving at the same time that you are speeding.  Yeah.

I forgot all about it.  But last week was the five  year anniversary of us going car-free, the day we handed a man our keys and $6,600 (yeah, we lost money selling it).  I don’t miss it, but I’m not a happy car-owner, either.  I don’t even like to be in them when I can help it.

Building is shaking, and Walmart is coming to Baltimore City.

Okay. So it’s windy. I live in a four-story brick apartment building shaped like an “L”. I live on the outside of the right angle. This is a sturdy building. Three blizzards this year. Wind was a sound shaking the storm windows and trees. Tonight, it is a vibration. Wow. I hope all the apartment roofs in lower Roland Park can take this. Everyone’s got some rain spout hanging off, or worse.

Also, Walmart’s coming to Remington/Old Goucher.  Wow.  I don’t know how I feel about this.  But I know some “buffies” who love the Walmart in Cockeysville who are celebrating.  They moved that fucker from the lightrail in Hunt Valley because, you know, people from “the city” were coming up and stealing shit.  I’m sure none of these little white boys get off soccer practice and steal themselves a Red Bull, right?  And of course we all know that the best get-away from crime is a mass transit train that leaves Hunt Valley station very slowly.

But at least it’s better than a car dealership.  Yes.  I said it.  We have enough cars killing pedestrians in this fucking city, thank you.

A modern sidewalk question.

When three people walk side-by-side down the sidewalk and force you out of the way: do you assume they are jerks because they act that way; or do you assume they act that way because they are jerks?

The scary thought: they probably drive that way, too.