I got beat by a gypsy today.
Maybe it was my shorts. Or the fact that I refused to buy one of her nasty yellow peppers. Or perhaps it was because I had to step about a foot closer to her to avoid getting run over on the sidewalk.
I passed her and felt a sting across the back of my legs almost immediately. I look back down behind me and there is an ancient woman brandishing a cane at me. She had no teeth and her lower jaw almost touched her nose as she scrunched up her face in disapproval. I look down farther and saw a red welt forming on both of my calf muscles.
And then I ran. To avoid the curses.