So, I decide that since I have to take a trip to Yonge and Bloor I will not pay for parking or the subway..I will ride my bike.
Very economical and environmentally concious of me, non?
I pat myself on the back as I ride away from my house ( which is hard on a bike…yuck yuck…I am above that humour ) on my awesome silver bike that George bought for me.
The sky is overcast but I remain positive…..as I cross the Bloor Viaduct it begins to sprinkle. I have lived in Vancouver….so what! Then as I get closer to my destination it begins to rain a bit more…..by the time I try…yes..I said try to lock my bike up I am a bit waterlogged. But I remain positive all throught the 10 MINUTES it takes me to lock my bike. Eff off.
By the time my appointment is done I decide to wait out the slight drizzle….maybe it will stop.
I check messages and mess with my palm pilot ….blah blah blah. So, I wait twenty minutes…this is important in the telling of this tedious story…….I get on Flash, that is the secret name I have for my bike…yes, I am 37 years old but I must remain young is some ways…..and start the ride home. Twenty minutes…yup here it is….before the end of the ride the skies open….I can’t even see the rain is pelting so hard….and if I can’t see I don’t trust the drivers so I pull my bike into the doorway of a wedding shop. The old greek lady wo runs it comes to the door and shakes her head disapprovingly. I smile and shrug while mentally I am giving her the finger.
Wait….nothing much happened but my lame bike ride….I just bored myself but feel that I must publish this anyway.
I will write more exciting things, I promise.
One question…does anyone dislike Star Jones as much as me?
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