They say that revenge is a dish best served cold.
But what if you have to serve it piping hot?
This is what happened:
I was biking to work on Broadway
and a van passed me pretty close. Its a busy street.
There was a little dog in the window and the window was open.
When he was about a foot from my ear, the little runt barked loudly
and I nearly jumped off of my bike.
A couple of blocks later, the van was stopped at a traffic light.
The little dog was looking forward for his next victim, I assume.
So as I pulled up I barked loudly in his ear.
Revenge.
