So far, my accomplishment for the day has been to cause a bicyclist to yell “Shit!”. We were both crossing in a crosswalk, coming toward each other, and it was one of those times when he veered left at the same time I decided to veer right, so we of course both responded by going the opposite direction, and continued straight for each other. We did a couple more direction changes in the span of about two feet before he finally cried “Shit!” in a panic about hitting me. He braked and I jumped to the side, avoiding a wreck. I apologized, patting him on his arm as I passed, saying I couldn’t tell which way he was going. Isn’t that the craziest dance people do, so often with complete strangers? It always makes me grin when I find myself doing that, and usually the other person grins, too, when we finally settle on two directions such that we won’t run smack into the other.