Elise, Maly and I woke up early Sunday and headed out to cheer our friend Jenny as she completed the 2006 Danskin Triathlon. We were running late and trying to hurry. The finish line was 3 miles from where we parked, it was 98 degrees outside and we were walking against traffic. Thousands of people were leaving the event as women crossed the finish line and retrieved their bicycles. I was pushing Maly in her stroller on the road instead of on the bumpy and dirty ditch. Elise was leaving a voicemail for Jenny, letting her know we were there and that we wanted to catch up with her after she finished the race.
A woman was riding her bicycle toward us after having finished the race. I would assume that she was riding her bicycle back to her car so she could drive back to Bitchville.
We had a little civil altercation. What’s best is it’s all saved on Jenny’s voicemail.
Triathlete: “You really need to get out of the bike lane.”
Josh: “REALLY?!?!”
Elise: “Hey, we’ve got a newborn here. Be cool. Jiminy Christmas!”
Triathlete: “It’s not like you’re the only people who’ve ever had a newborn.”
Josh: “Why don’t you shut the f*** up?!?!”
Elise: “Yeah, why don’t you chill out a little bit?”
We left it at that. I’m pretty sure she knew we were hardcore when Elise dropped the Jiminy Christmas bomb.
Wow! That cyclist sounds like an ass. I think we should hold a stroller raise to raise money for her relocation to Alaska.