One of the... uh... benchmarks of a great, liveable city is numerous benches. If there isn't one around, however, you always have your faithful bicycle to lean on.
"I can barely hear you. Why are you whispering?" "Dude, there's this guy standing right behind me, and he has a camera. I don't want him to hear me." "What the hell is he doing, following you with a camera?" "I don't know. I'm afraid to turn around." "What a jerk." "I know, right? A girl can't get any freaking privacy around here!"
Seems more like a telephone boot, to me.
ReplyDeleteHmm, perhaps she's so tired in biking.
ReplyDelete"I can barely hear you. Why are you whispering?"
ReplyDelete"Dude, there's this guy standing right behind me, and he has a camera. I don't want him to hear me."
"What the hell is he doing, following you with a camera?"
"I don't know. I'm afraid to turn around."
"What a jerk."
"I know, right? A girl can't get any freaking privacy around here!"
Con't...
ReplyDelete"did you really just say 'dude?'"
"did I? sorry. just saw an american teenage comedy on one of the cable channels"
"weird..."
"yeah... sorry... wait a minute... hey... i think it's actually that photographer from that cycle chic blog with the camera..."
"no... really?! I check it every day, hoping to see myself... you lucky thing!"
"it is him!"
"shit... what are you wearing...?"
"don't worry... i'm covered..."
"cool!"