On Your Left!

So yesterday, Paul, Lees and I went for a bike ride across the lakefront. It was nice. A bit chilly for our liking, and also windy. So somewhere between North Avenue Beach and Navy Pier we're rolling along being passed up by the serious bikers and some of the faster runners when Liss turns her head to the left. I was positioned behind and to the left of Ms. Salgado, and you see, that wasn't a very intelligent thing to do apparently. For she cocked her head to the left with reason. This reason was to of course expel some saliva from her oral cavity. Yes, ladies and gentlemen... F'n Salgado spit on me!!! The Bohemian Panamanian Princess freaking spat on me. She said she didn't do it intentionally and that she didn't think that it would reach that far. I think she did it on purpose and had full knowledge of wind dynamics to know it would hit me. My sock was covered in Salgado slime and I had to roll it down just so I wouldn't feel the moisture on my leg anymore. Salgado, the gauntlet's been thrown, game on Biatch!