They Call It "Smoke" For A Reason
funniest story of the week:
i was riding home on eleventh street after an adventure with the music library's photocopier and i was fairly oblivious to the people on the sidewalk and everything else that wasn't a bus (bus route equals death route). at about the same time and along the same street my friend scott, was walking downtown to teach his evening ESL class. and just south of O street*, where there is the main bus stop, scott sees a girl riding fast on a kona smoke, before double-checking to see if it's me, he yells, "ellen!" the girl keeps riding, without a backward glance.
then the bus riders chime in, "harsh, dude, harsh." they, of course, are feeling scott's pain at just getting blown off. they are a vocal bunch and are not shy about yelling-out to a girl riding down the street. "you RIDE that BIKE!" and my all time favorite that was called out to ceri, "good LORD! girl. good. LORD!"
today's 11:11 wish? bionic vision; hands down.
*O ST is the main street through downtown lincoln.
i was riding home on eleventh street after an adventure with the music library's photocopier and i was fairly oblivious to the people on the sidewalk and everything else that wasn't a bus (bus route equals death route). at about the same time and along the same street my friend scott, was walking downtown to teach his evening ESL class. and just south of O street*, where there is the main bus stop, scott sees a girl riding fast on a kona smoke, before double-checking to see if it's me, he yells, "ellen!" the girl keeps riding, without a backward glance.
then the bus riders chime in, "harsh, dude, harsh." they, of course, are feeling scott's pain at just getting blown off. they are a vocal bunch and are not shy about yelling-out to a girl riding down the street. "you RIDE that BIKE!" and my all time favorite that was called out to ceri, "good LORD! girl. good. LORD!"
today's 11:11 wish? bionic vision; hands down.
*O ST is the main street through downtown lincoln.
posted by Ellen at 4:04 PM
2 Comments:
I need my bicycle like a man needs a fish! (How else would I get such flattering shouted commentary..?)
i need some air in my bike tires...then i could ride it. if it wasn't raining every damn day, that is. (no fenders, you see).
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