what is the word

Yesterday I went into panic mode over my blog comments & got rid of them momentarily. I tried to reinstate them but they seem to be all screwy now. I mean just in case anyone noticed.
Today I was walking to work & listening to "Oh Yoko!" from the mix Melly made me & the sun was shining & I was feeling tired & happy & empty-stomached & distracted & I was waiting at an intersection for the light to change & John Lennon was singing in the middle of a cloud & suddenly I felt a rough hand on my arm. I looked over & there was this man glaring at me & trying to tell me something. I took out one of the earphones so I could hear what it was.
"That truck was backing up," he said, gesturing at a giant lumbering dirty truck a couple of feet away. It didn't seem to be moving, but I guess it had just stopped. "It almost hit you," he said.
Normally I would have been grateful to such a person but for some reason this particular man seemed so angry, like he couldn't stand that I was obviously this iPod-wearing space cadet who couldn't even be fucked to pay attention to city traffic & so had forced him to intervene on my behalf.
So instead of saying thank you I said "Sorry." Because I felt like I'd just about ruined his morning. & then I crossed the street in the wrong direction to get away from him.
& put the earphone back into its rightful place. In the middle of a cloud I call your name...