The man, wearing a coat way too heavy for the warm day and walking a dog way too big for the path, walked by the canal. The woman, wearing a sleeveless floral dress and floppy straw hat, cycled up behind him on a basket-festooned bicycle.
As she approached she rang her bell. The ringing spooked the dog; it barked and jumped in front of the bike yanking the man with it. The woman managed to swerve, avoiding a collision, but the man and dog fell into the nettles.
The man, pride stung more than skin, shouted down the path.
“You stupid f*ing woman. Can’t you f*ing watch where you’re going?”
The woman, gently pedalling away, turned in her saddle, raised her hand to wave and wearing the biggest smile, called out, “Don’t be angry.”