I left work around 9:15 and, after trying to call Liam to see if I should try to find him on his walk in Trinity Bellwoods and being unable to reach him, I got on my new bike that still has not been named and started to ride home. I pulled up beside a cab just in time to get hit by some girl getting out. She talking on her phone. Luckily for me, there just happened to be a newspaper box right beside me when she hit me, so I just folded over that. She got out of the car as I was getting off the newspaper box.
"Oh my god! I almost just hit you!" she said loudly with a big smile. I was totally taken aback. And shouty. I told her that she did hit me with the door and that was why I was on the newspaper box. She was still on her cell phone, talking to both me and the person on the other end ("I just hit a girl on her bike!"). She told me that this was why she was afraid of biking downtown. She said she was sorry but that there was nothing she could do. I told her that I was pretty sure that there wasn't a single interesting or important thing she was capable of doing, which was a bad insult both because it made no sense and because it was too wordy, but I was upset and embarassed and a very little bit hurt in a painful, bruisy kind of way. She remained on her phone. Her other conversation sounded boring.
So I got door prized and I ended the interaction with a bad insult, which wasn't funny and also means that I am not classy. In other news, I dropped an earring down the bathroom sink almost immediately after I got home. Things have been getting progressively better since then.