Dear Bike Guy on Comm Ave. who scared the crap out of me tonight by trying to give me an "UP TOP" hi-five while I was trying to hail a cab:
I was feeling extremely nauseated when you decided to "freak me out" with your little "biker-guy antics." I very nearly vomited all over you. I know bike-types claim a bad-ass aversion to drivers and car-types, but nauseated pedestrians? Really? I hope you get doored.
I also recommend getting a hair cut: the curly white boy 'fro isn't doing you any favors.