By the way

Yesterday, as I was riding home on my board, I had the moment I’ve been waiting for.

Ever since a pedestrian decided to take a step to his left for no reason, knocking me off my board, I’ve been vocal about my intention to pass. I see a horn in my future. But until then, I’ve been shouting “Excuse me!” like it’s nobody’s business.

I came across a couple running side by side. I shouted “Excuse me!” The man jogged over to the side.

“By the way, you can use the bike line.” said the woman.

“I *can’t*. A cop pulled me over and gave me a ticket for using the bike lane. By the way.” I shouted back to them.

It was a great moment for me, as I felt the tension. I knew the moment would happen, and last night was when it finally came.

But wait, there’s more.

Today, riding to work on the sidewalk, I saw the same cop who pulled me over, in the same place. Only this time, I was riding on the sidewalk.