How to become a grumpy old man

How a chance encounter with a bike rider pushed me over the edge...

A while back I was taking a limp around my neighborhood – taking a walk is now beyond me and my left knee – when a guy riding a bicycle passed by and pissed me off.

He didn’t do anything or say anything; just the fact that he existed was enough to irritate me, which I found shocking; how did I become a grumpy old man?

After giving it some thought, I thin…

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