epicaricacy, part two

happily taking the long route on a sunny day, i realized i wanted to avoid a particular street, it being where my most recent ex-chef lives. not wanting to tempt a dark cloud, i skipped it, then continued up and west. a couple blocks later, i glimpsed a beater of an old blue pick-up forcing its way into a spot still clogged with ice. window shopping and people watching so only partly aware, but i did notice the driver was now on foot, unsteady and troubled by the frozen mounds covering the curb.in the split second it took him to fall, i realized who he was. i watched him struggle like an overturned beached walrus. i can only hope the wretched old bastard broke his hip.