Some lady gave me the finger this morning. I was three houses down the street, on my bike as I always am, when my path crossed orthogonally to a Ford Taurus (or Honda Accord… I don’t recall because I was trying to review Tylenol dosing in my head as a last-minute preparation for my morning Clinical Pharm exam). Nothing seemed odd about that, and I continued down Warwick, taking the lane. Apparently, the lady behind me was lost.
I turned to my right, in time to see this middle-aged lady really angrily holding up her middle finger at me. She looked kind of like a mischievous leprechaun that had a really tiny hand. I immediately started laughing.