bunnywoah

I'm walking up Union Street, looking back to see if my bus is coming, it's not, so I decide to walk the 4 or 5 blocks to work. No big deal. I do it all the time. There's this bum, this black bum, this black crack head bum. He's standing in the middle of the side walk, jib jabbering away, yelling with his scantily toothed mouth. I decide to try and go around him, as crossing his path is inevitable to get to work. I go right, he sees me, he swings his arm and hits me in the back and yells at me. I stop, stunned, shocked, mad. I turn, glare and say Excuse me?!? He continues to yell. The lady waiting for the bus decides she doesn't want to wait for the bus anymore and walks up Union Street. I give him one final glare and turn and continue to walk to work. WHAT THE FUCK? I didn't react. I didn't hit him back. I didn't cry. I didn't spit on him. I didn't apologize for being in his way, as he rules the sidewalk. I just walked to work, left Nate a message telling him I'd just been hit by a bum (which he later said I sounded drunk in), and walked to work. What gives? Let's hear your crazy bum stories.