I went to the market on my bike. Not a pedal bike, my Triumph Bonneville. I went to get dinner cause some seriously nice london broil’s were on sale and I’ve got a hankerin’ for grilling tonight.
So I’m parking my bike, taking off my helmet - all that good stuff when a white pickup with two guys pulls up to my spot.
Driver: We were just talking about never seeing girls on bikes! We’ve seen two here.
Me: You’re looking in the wrong places…
Me: You’ll have better luck at a grocery store, not a strip club.
For some reason they found my insight hysterically funny.
Walk down to 7/11 for a huge slurpee.
J called me yesterday from one of his project sites. He was working in bowels of an un-air conditioned stairwell. It was 132 degrees. I brought him two giant sized grape slurpees.
This is why he loves me.
Er, not so much actually.
Surprise me with tickets to the Freedom Fest down at the Yards
Pull crazy man from burning townhouse
Move mini-van full of kids out of the way of fire trucks (mom was actually getting nice lady and dog out of an adjacent house)
Act like it was a perfectly normal weekend