it's a small world
Friday morning traffic not so bad. Friday work head wall rinse lather repeat. Friday going home not horrendous. K and I both worked late so we ended up meeting at claim jumpers for late night happy hour for dinner and to watch the end of the angels game. I got there first and went to the table that was the best view I could get of the TV I set down my helmet and jacket and the guy at the next table and his wife ask me what I ride.I reply a kawasaki z1000 they say nice, I figure at this point the conversation will peter out as all three: mother, father, and son are wearing at least one article of Harley clothing as prescribed in the Milwakee Lemmings handbook. The wife says to the husband, "doesn't Der have one of those?" "He did, he sold it" I'm thinking this can't be coincidence "Der Mortgaged?" "Yeah." "He's my brother I bought it from him." So K and I spent dinner watching the game and talking with this very talkative couple.
It's a small world.
It's a small world.