I walk across the Rapenburg on a narrow sloping sidewalk. A van comes towards me, and as the van passes me, a cyclist comes right between me and the van.
“Can’t you just stop for a moment?” I shout.
Then another cyclist stops next to me: “That’s my husband!” Outraged.
“Oh, sorry,” I say.
“No, not at all, you were absolutely right.” As she continues driving, she shouts: “Wish me luck!”
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