But this evening, after the opera, this fellow was closing down on me from the side. I didn't even notice him until he was practically right on top of me. He could have swerved or slowed down, but no—and there was nothing I could do to avoid the collision.
Alas, there was no bone-crunching boom. My "nice" instincts kicked in and I did not lower my shoulder. Indeed, I sucked in my gut and curved me back to try to arrest my momentum, and so we really only grazed each other in a sort of half embrace. Then he had the nerve to act all inconvenienced. Well, then, next time I won't try so hard! I know full well who'd win that battle nine times out of ten!