Sweet baby Jesus in a hamper, some guy just tried to run me over on a moped.
I have a lot of feelings about this:
A: Who even drives a moped anymore? B: I was holding my coffee and now it's on the street. C: I almost got ran the fuck over. D: Who even drives a moped anymore?
My pants are all ripped, my knees are all bloody and this sucks. Aren't there supposed to be white knights who swoop ladies out of the way when shit like this happens?