Uh? Did I miss something?

One moment N. wanted to get off at L. and upon hearing that I was getting off at K.S.P., she suddenly plays this very awkward, very out of the place ,"Aw, sheeet, I forgot, I had to get off at the station we just passed by!"  And I, ever ready to give someone/anyone the out they desperately  want, said, "Then get off at the next one with me then."  But everyone knows there's nothing at S.!  What or who was, thought, was, J. who also had to get off at L.  But J. is smart, and like a well executed snappy hand salute, immediately bade me, not N., although we were getting off together, good-bye.  Oh yeah.  I missed something there big time.

Too bad, the two have been crushing on each other since the first time they laid eyes on each other.  This world sucks.

When Friction Says No

It means no.  And for me it mean diving headlong onto the wet pavement at the side of the street.  The right side of my body hurt like it crashed against concrete at the speed of... never mind the speed.  But thank goodness I bike at a glacial pace.

Today I'm giving in to post traumatic stress--because the sun is feeling like extending its holiday behind the clouds and the wind seems to have a personal vendetta on everyone too eager to dress for summer.