A Red Ferrari

Maybe I shouldn't have pushed it. Maybe I should have just passed him but I couldn't resist it. There was the red Ferrari. Standing right there in the middle of the biking path. It was my green and his red. So when I approached him, slowed down and raised my hands in the air  theatrically, as if saying: "Haven't you extended your natural right to occupy this place in time and space?" I was expecting a generous nod. In my mind you are still blessed being able to ride in a beautifully Ferrari. What I got instead was: "What do you want me to do asshole!" note the exclamation mark. It was not a question. To me it showed that the meek definitely haven't inherited the earth.

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