Little did you and your friend in the black utility sport vehicle know that after you threw a ketchup pack at me, there was a red light awaiting you 200m away. Thanks for agreeing to roll down your window so I could ask you calmly, "Why did you throw it? Did I do something wrong?". The light turned green before I could say "I forgive you for not being able to admit to my face you threw it and I forgive you for throwing it in the first place."
—Calm and forgiving cyclist