Smugliness

Janey didn’t take shit from anyone, but, as she always asserted, she didn’t like being an asshole either.

It was a beautiful spring day at the end of May as she rounded the corner to turn right, she banked a little too wide and ended up in the middle of the sidestreet, where she saw the biker coming down the middle as well. She corrected her course to the right to allow the biker more room. The biker moved over as well to his side. As she passed the biker, she smiled to further the kind courtesy shared by those who share the road. The biker gave her a horrible entitled face that nearly yelled, “You better move over. I’m a biker and have priority over you, gas-guzzling bitch.”

Janey turned sharply to the left in a mock attempt to hit him. The biker’s face immediately changed from one of smugliness to one of horror as he jerked his bike away in horror. Janey made sure that he hadn’t crashed before she erupted into laughter.

“What now, douchebag?” said Janey to her rear view mirror, “What now?”