Damn joggers...

This will sound like rambling, but I have to vent. What with the nice weather these past few weeks, I've been spending a lot of my weekend afternoons biking around greater Boston, particularly along the Charles River. The Boston side of the river has the Esplanade, while the Cambridge side goes all along MIT, Harvard, etc.

Anyway, just today, I was headed home on the Northern bank, just outside Watertown, and I see a female jogger headed my way on the path. Some of the path has a line running down the center, showing "lanes", much like a regular road. This length of the path, though, did not.

One would think, however, that "Jogger Bitch" would think like the rest of the non-British world, and keep to the right as she passed me going the opposite direction- much like we're driving. No- this woman stayed in the center of the path until the last possible second, then suddenly cut to her left (my right), and I had to slam on the brakes, as she held out her hand to "stop" my bike. She stopped her jog, and said, "Watch where you're going!", and kinda snorted at me. Then, get this- she whipped out one of those mini bottles of water out of those stupid water-bottle belts that some asshole joggers wear, and FUCKING SPRAYED ME WITH IT! What the fuck's up with that? Normally, I'm pretty good at the off-the-cuff remark, but I was so blown away at both her complete lack of understanding about the whole "this is your lane, this is my lane" thing, as well as her reaction to our near-crash, that I could only laugh at her, and ask, "Are you kidding me?" So she turns, and jogs her middle aged, saggy-titted, overtanned ass off down the path, still on the wrong side, solidly reminding me just why I'm gay.

So...am I insane? Don't the "right side of the road" rules apply on a biking/jogging path, too? Whafuck?! I realize this is not exactly the most auspicious of first posts on a blog, but I don't care, because it's not like anyone's reading this anyway.