[ WP ] You are visited by your guardian angel but he/she is an asshole .

`` Do you *ever* watch where you're going?'' said an irritated voice to my right. 
 
 `` Hmm? What?'' I turned to see a pipe cleaner halo bobbing in my face. 
 
 `` Like, just look at you,'' said the young woman a few inches below it. She wore a shirt with the word `` ANGELIC'' written across it in rainbow letters while puppies and kittens danced around it, each of them flipping the bird. `` You must think you *own* this street. Newsflash buzzkill: there are *other* people here. Have some consideration for once in your middle-class life.'' She took a deep swig of her latte and snorted in disgust. 
 
 `` Ex-excuse me?'' I asked. I have a policy on strangers: they stay strange and I stay away. I like to keep it that way. `` I, uh, did n't see you there. Sorry.'' I started down the crosswalk. 
 
 She scoffed and followed after me, right at my side. `` Does n't *that* just figure? You think you can just walk all over everyone, do n't you?'' She cast a sidelong glance dripping with disdain. 
 
 `` Ma'am, I'm just trying to get to work. I'm late as it is.'' 
 
 `` Oh I get you- lording your cushy little corner office over us'little people' right? Yeah, I get you, I know your kind.'' 
 
 `` Ma'am, I work minimum wage in a cubi-'' 
 
 `` Just, wow. Interruption much? Just, the *privilege* is choking the air around here.'' She scrunched her nose and began fanning herself, her halo bobbing crazily above her. I noticed she had little fabric wings attached to her backpack, too. 
 
 `` Hey now, *you* stopped *me* okay? I need to get into work and you're slowing me dow-'' 
 
 `` You know, some people do n't *have* jobs, okay? Did you even stop to think about that? Do you even care? It is n't my job to educate you, you know.'' She began texting on her phone. `` *Believe me*, some people have it *way* worse than you do. Show some consideration, m'kay?'' 
 
 I stopped and turned to her. She ignored me. `` What... what are you even going on about?! Just... I mean,'' I stuttered. `` What is your problem?!'' 
 
 She sighed and looked up at me with the sort of pity usually reserved for brain-damaged animals. `` Seventeen seconds,'' she said, glancing at her phone. `` It had *better* be enough, because this conversation is over,'' she said with a sing-song tone. `` Later hater.'' And so she wandered off, halo bobbing and wings flopping. 
 
 I could have screamed. I wanted to stand there and stamp my feet. Instead I clenched my fists and stormed down the crossing, oblivious to the world. How could she just... I mean, what was that even... How could anyone be so clueless and infuriating?! 
 
 A moment later, as I was halfway down the walk, all I saw was a flash of color and the screech of tires on pavement. Startled, I fell backwards and turned to see a truck skidding on the icy pavement as it came to a stop down the street. 
 
 My heart pounded in my chest. If I'd been just a little earlier...
