So you find yourself not burdened with an abundance of intelligence, and somehow decide to become a cycle courier, that’s fine, you’re a constructive member of society, performing a useful environmentally friendly service.... Good for you.
Why is it that it is a prerequisite to be an incomprehensibly self righteous and full of a poisonous zeal?
I’ve always found them funny, a friend of mine is an engineering reject, by this I mean he is a member of the London Single Speed / Fixed Gear [moronic luddite] Forum (I’m probably going to get somewhat slated for this). For those not familiar with the concept, it’s kind of a puritanical view on cycling, for a start of gears are evil, apparently they break. So rather than saying it’s because you’re not taking care of your bike, or that you bought some crap from Halfords, what do you expect, they simply do away with them. Now just in case that wasn’t backwards enough, they have the idea of a fixed gear, ergo no freewheeling. That is fine and dandy, but suffering small man syndrome, they proliferate their belief that they are superior to the engineered proficient solution with such a blind terminal intensity.
So, you have one of them saying how it’s OK to piss on the handle of a Bentley because how could someone spend so much money when the world has got so little (aww, he is a commie) and half the bloody forum agreeing with him. Only for our him less than 48 hours later to be posting about a problem with his gen1 iPhone, aka the £1,500 over the course of the contract. Now i’d wager that someone who has a Bentley in London, will probably have spent less than 5% of their net income on it, whilst if only to be accepted in the upper echelons of society, spent 5% of their income on charity bashes. Yet a cycle courier probably spent considerably more than 5% on their conspicuous consumption of fruity toys, whilst giving nothing to charity. So all to often I think little of them.
Which brings us nicely to the rant: (skip the above if you think tl;dr)
Coffee for 2 in hand, I’m crossing the road, on a pedestrian crossing, and a cycle courier comes by, I see he is going too fast to comfortably slow down, so pause in the middle giving him plenty of space. Do I get thanks? “F**king C**t”. Nice.
Well guess what mate, you should have recognised my face, you see you often deliver documents from a resourcing firm we do business with. I recognised yours. I know the company you work for is only about 5 people, and I’m having beers tonight with one of your major clients. Already had a phone call with the owner of that firm, their dropping you.
So no sir, it is in fact you who have been f**ked.
The city is a small place, always be kind, there is a lot of karma.