My Thumb Hurts
My thumb hurts.
I know why: I had a moderate speed bailout on my lunch ride. Ever since it has been an effort to get people to notice me.
I rode 15 miles after work. The whole time I saw two people I knew and they didn’t acknowledge my presence. People I have done business with. People that actually know me by name.
I passed the same guy jogging, in the same place, going the same direction as before.
It’s as if there’s been a glitch in the matrix.
Dozens of people I’ve never seen before. Dozens of people ignoring my “on your lefts” and smile and waves.
I’m pretty sure the car didn’t hit me when I bailed. I’m pretty sure I’m not dead. I’m pretty sure my thumb hurts.