Catriker and Curmudgeonhood

In May I commented (and by commented, I guess I mean complained) about a person that I see fairly regularly on my commute (it's also her commute, so to be fair we should just call it "our commute"). She rides a spiffy Catrike with a flag, and is often observed talking on a cell phone.

I caught her again today in front of St. Mary's on Park Ave., and this time I had my camera, so I am providing photo-documentation. To her credit, she was hugging the right side of the bike lane a little more today; she can be kind of hard to get around when she really "takes the lane" as they say.

One of the interesting things about any kind of self-work is that it can lead to unanticipated discoveries. For instance, I am becoming increasingly aware that I may very well be an opinionated crank. I can't claim full credit for this insight - I had some help coming to this possibility when I overheard my spouse explaining to one of her friends the other evening that my blog "creates an outlet for his inner curmudgeon".

Now, I'll be the first to admit that I tend to post more about that which annoys, rather than delights, but I don't think I am all that bad. After all, people without opinions have very little to say that's worthwhile (see, there's an opinion right there).

Still, this is a discovery that bears some further observation, after all, nobody likes a crabbypants. That said, it's unlikely you'll be reading about puppies, rainbows and unicorns on this page in the very near future.