You: Distinguished looking professional man in your early 50s
Me: Guy on a bike riding to work
When: Friday morning, 10/10/2008
You F***ING asshat. Thank you for passing me in the no passing zone approaching a stop sign. Thank you for forcing oncoming traffic to slow down so that YOU wouldn't hit them. I hope your secretary clocks you upside the head with your cup of of morning coffee and shoves your copy of the Wall Street Journal down your self righteous throat. Glad you made it through the intersection 5 seconds before I did. I know that extra time you saved was put to good use waiting at the NEXT stop sign at the corner of 102nd and Meredith.
You know where and when to find me if you want to discuss this further.