To the Idiot I Met on 45th Street Today:
You are an inconsiderate idiot. The sidewalk was crowded. It was raining. People were holding umbrellas.
You had room on the other side of you to walk around my umbrella. I am sorry that I couldn't walk further out of your path, but it would have put me in the path of other people. You, sir, had a clear path.
Instead of being kind and considerate and going around my umbrella, you chose to push into it hard. This pushed the pole of my umbrella hard into my glasses and pushed my glasses into my eye. It hurt. A lot.
You suck. What is it about the rain that makes people act even more like jerks?