I did not smile.

As I was waiting at the stoplight, I watched the guy on his ultra-expensive-looking bike ride down the sidewalk towards me, and I did not smile.

When I looked for, and found, his yellow "I support people with one ball" bracelet, I did not smile.

As he slowly came to a halt, so he could cross the street in front of me, I still did not smile.

For the duration of the eternity that it took him to cleanly fall over on his left side, into a towering bougainvillea bush, I did not smile.

Mercifully, the light turned green about the time that he picked himself up out of the foliage.

Then, I smiled.