There was a guy walking behind me kind of closely, so I tried to walk faster to get some distance between us. In my fast walking, I stumbled on the edge of the sidewalk and twisted my ankle.
The guy behind me straight up laughed at me as he passed.
I’m just really proud of him for not rape-murdering me because in my hobbled state, he probably totally could’ve pounced.
But he didn’t. He laughed. I’m glad he was just an asshole instead of a fucking psychopath.