the corner office

Heading home tonight on my bike, and ahead of me in the bike lane is a pretty young thing on her trendy bike, and she flicks her left hand, flick, flick, white blob still sticking to a finger, flick again and a big ball of chewing gum splats down onto the road.

I'm normally a placid kinda dude, and a bit of a chicken, so I surprised even myself when, as I then passed her, I turned to her and said 'that was disgusting.'

Now, I'm not sure what response I was expecting. But I know I definitely wasn't expecting to hear a cheerful American accent saying 'oh I know... but I was really battling to breathe?'