I rode my bike in two days this week, pulling the Burley behind me so I could take Eryn home from day care. With all the laxatives she's been on lately, she had an accident or two at work (streaks - she's embarrassed about it, and tries to joke it off), and so I was sent home with two bags, each containing a pair of underwear.
Well, I got to work this morning, and was just about to walk away from the Burley, when I noticed I'd missed one of the pairs of dirty panties in a bag. And then I realized it wasn't just a bag, it was a latex glove, because they'd run out of bags. I had a pair of dirty kid panties in a see-through latex glove in the bottom of my Burley, laying there in all sorts of road gravel kicked off the bike tire. I don't think it's possible to look more like some sort of serial killer. I'm pretty sure I'd have asked the guards to check me out if I had locked my bike up next to me.
I pushed them back up under the Burley seat where they could only be found with an appropriate search warrant.
I get to practice Pretty Woman and Smoke on the Water this week on the guitar. Not the whole songs, just riffs. But it's cool to play something fun.
"Doesn't Look Good"
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