I Am Irrationally Irked by Cyclists

I have been asked to write about cyclists since the inception of this blog. By many people. Repeatedly.


I've resisted, because it's hard to think of some wit that hasn't already been said. I mean, we all know that every other human being in the process of moving/being transported hates encountering cyclists. This is where I thought I could talk about being plowed over by a cyclist as I was rushing to class one morning last semester. But I'm not going to go into that. 


Because I now have another reason to be irked.


I was in my English discussion today in New Cabell. It was a full class, and we left the door open. I was sitting on the other side of the room, directly across from the door. Our desks were arranged in a circle, so really only one other girl was also facing the door. 
I was doing really well as far as staying awake goes. I was even participating now and again. I thought to myself, "Way to go Jenna. You actually don't look like a slacker in this class. People might actually take you seriously once in awhile."


What does this have to do with cyclists?
I'm happy you asked.


Because right as I was thinking that to myself, a man in his late forties in short shorts, a tank top, and large glasses cycles down the hall in front of the door. Just straight up cycling in the middle of the building. I won't even bother with the "You don't even go here!" line (and by go, I really mean belong), because if that were all that happened, I wouldn't be irked. I would be insanely amused. Okay. Granted, I'm still insanely amused. But also irked. Because this was my fifth class of the day, and self control was pretty much out the window. 


I started laughing.
Not the "I can cover up this laugh by coughing" laugh.
Uncontrollable. 
Normal. 
Laughing. 


As I said before, only one other girl was facing the door, and you have NO IDEA how happy I am that she witnessed it too, because she also could not control herself. 


It was like this:
(Please watch the whole thing.)
(And know that this isn't really an exaggeration.)

So apparently, the class now thinks that she and I find female sexual liberation in 18th century literature hysterical. 

Because no one else saw the freaking cyclist.

Add some sass to your class,

Jenna