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here's a story about what happened two days ago:
so i go to work, on my day off, to get some food.
pull up to the front, open my door.
WHAM!
cyclist.
holyshitareyouokayimsosorryjesusishouldknowbetterthanthisirideeveryday
and he says, hey, i know you.
and i say, dude, come over on the sidewalk and sit down.
it's this guy that lived three houses up from me last year, he's banged up but he was wearing a helmet, didn't break anything...
so i go over and check out his bike, the wheel is tacoed and the stem is knocked out of alignment, the chain is popped but otherwise it is fine. i run inside and get him a water, everyone working just staring at me, damon gave me some shit, it's funny in retrospect but not at the time.. anyway, i come outside and tell him i was on my way to handy bikes anyway and i will get him a new front wheel and change his tire and he can come back and get some free food in the near future when i'm working.
so i load up his bike and we roll.
i take him to the bike shop, we shoot the shit, i tell him about how my number one fear, more than loose shoelaces, more than seams in the pavement, more than getting t-boned even, is getting closelined on a car door. he was like, yeah, i'm kind of glad that if i had to hit a car door, at least i got hit by someone i've met before.
then i take him home.
and then i go to big lots to get a trashcan and two storage containers.
weird day.
so i go to work, on my day off, to get some food.
pull up to the front, open my door.
WHAM!
cyclist.
holyshitareyouokayimsosorryjesusishouldknowbetterthanthisirideeveryday
and he says, hey, i know you.
and i say, dude, come over on the sidewalk and sit down.
it's this guy that lived three houses up from me last year, he's banged up but he was wearing a helmet, didn't break anything...
so i go over and check out his bike, the wheel is tacoed and the stem is knocked out of alignment, the chain is popped but otherwise it is fine. i run inside and get him a water, everyone working just staring at me, damon gave me some shit, it's funny in retrospect but not at the time.. anyway, i come outside and tell him i was on my way to handy bikes anyway and i will get him a new front wheel and change his tire and he can come back and get some free food in the near future when i'm working.
so i load up his bike and we roll.
i take him to the bike shop, we shoot the shit, i tell him about how my number one fear, more than loose shoelaces, more than seams in the pavement, more than getting t-boned even, is getting closelined on a car door. he was like, yeah, i'm kind of glad that if i had to hit a car door, at least i got hit by someone i've met before.
then i take him home.
and then i go to big lots to get a trashcan and two storage containers.
weird day.