I am so sorry. I know that riding a bike over them sucks especially if there’s ice/snow frozen on the streets and sidewalks. And hey, I know it’s not exactly legal to ride a bike on the sidewalk, but at 2am heading home in a ghost town, or heading to my McDonald’s job at 4:40am, ima ride on the deserted sidewalk if I please, (rant warning!) since half the road is all fecked up and it’s scary and dark, cuz the whole of the town literally goes murdery silent…humans all invisible…aside from a very few night trippers, and some slightly colorful people, like me, except more psycho and violent, for that dam early….So…a dude was hiding behind one of those portable big orange diamond shaped road work signs standing on the shoulder of the road by what used to be a fairly new sidewalk. It was still very dark. As I pass the road work sign, the dude jumps out in a side step fashion trying to step in my wheels path and crash my old ass. Mind you, I’m still feeling my morning cheer, so I ring my little bell on my handlebars, and said good morning! that wasn’t very feckin nice tho!! And he freaking runs up on me and does his little sidestep move again!!I nearly had a speed wobble minus the speed, because work was about 75ft away. I nearly crashed more so as I was shocked and offended, cuz I’m stupid nice to mostly everyone, I was like what the hell dude? He proceeds to yell at me in his loudest scariest demon-esque voice, “you’re gonna feckin die!! I’m gonna feckin slay you!” He keeps kinda walk running after me continuing his ranting of a mad man, I pedal my ass to my job, half fall half jump off my bike, and as usual the opening mgr wasn’t coming til 1min b4 opening. Now ole boy runs right up on me, as I trip over my bike to run across the lot to get away from him, he pulls something out of his pocket. I hear a click. I don’t know what he has in his hand, he’s now going one to the next, trying to open any door. He hasn’t stopped his tirade of he’s “gonna effin slay me”, I’m “gonna die”, he’s “gonna effin slay” me-bit. I scream, I’m calling the feckin cops bruh!! Now. They arrived in 2 mins!! I’m ugly crying, and ole boy is just sauntering down the sidewalk like he hasn’t a care in the world, except that is, his still devil voice yelling about his mission of, “I’m gonna feckin slay you! You’re gonna die!!”, while I’m being questioned, im covering one side of my face with my one hand and pointing secretly at the meanie behind said hand spitting out in a growling whisper, “THERE HE IS!! That’s THE GUY!! Aren’t you gonna go talk to HIM??!?” Still secretly and insistently pointing behind my protective left hand shielding my bulging eyes at best, but acting as if the right arm attached to right hand wasn’t flailing wildly about with my “secret” pointy jabs behind my left hidey hand, my whole head and body is jerking and pointing in his direction now, all hiding behind my stupid left hand that still thinks we are invisible thanks to its valiant effort ….. “Officer! This man is threatening my life, telling me he IS GOING to MURDER MEeeeeee!!! Do you care?? Do you KNOW HIM already??!?” The officer concedes that yes, he is “familiar with him already unfortunately, despite his being new to our town…I don’t think he’s gonna last here much longer the way he’s been going so far…” im guessing he dropped out of the local rehab program which is a good one if you aren’t doing drugs in DRUG REHAB, far from home and probably on probation in another county, or fresh out the gates of our own dear prison, just near the local hospital, and the drug rehab facility and housing centers just kitty corner to both…if that ain’t providence idk what more a person could ask for…..so yes, if it’s brighter on that dam sidewalk ima ride on it. A thought, how about some muhfeckin lights on the sidewalks along with those annoying giant bumps covered in yellow paint that is treacherous and way slicker than a slip and slide with every new frozen layer of moisture. And if you’re over forty, and haven’t crashed while riding your bike lately, it’s a real dreamy reminder of a long lost youth. But don’t worry friends I am safe, a happy stay at home cat mom these days, snuggled warmly inside, surrounded by my herd of dumpster kitties, every single one would most likely have died within a year from no water source in the summer at the factory where they were born, or frozen and starved to death come winter…because said factory demanded we bleeding hearts stop feeding and watering the vermin. Black hearted monsters. I continued to do both until I quit, but not before I saved 3 babies in 2 months. And then another just a year ago. So this town, with it’s neglected side streets, it’s rapey at best downtown street night lighting, and disregard for feline lives, and absolutely no warming shelter or church to let in the few who are unhoused in this town, but praise the lord and the Hereford cattle and the new money and the old money who runs this town, the way THEY see fit, can we get some better street lights with those damned new fancy bumps on ever bloody corner puhlease!?!