Yesterday at Starbucks I ordered a Doppio Con Panna, which is a double espresso with whipped cream. Most people probably don’t know that. Even fewer know how to spell that. However, you would think that people who worked at Starbucks could spell it somewhat properly. When I returned to work, I discovered that the cup I held in my hand showed written in a squiggly black marker: “Camp.”
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I’ve learned a lot since I started using a bicycle as my primary transportation, particularly when it’s a folding bike:
- People talk to you. A lot. Most questions are either about the specifics of a folding bike: how much I paid for it, where I purchased it, etc. Some people even ask me random bike questions, like where the closest bike shop is.
- People stare. It can be awkward.
- The further into the suburbs I am the more oblivious drivers seem to be to my sharing a road with them. Suburbanites are angered and confused by the concept of their Tahoes and Escalades having to share the road with a 24 pound vehicle.
- Biking burns a lot of calories. Even in temperatures well below freezing I keep plenty warm with just a jacket and gloves. Pants and shoes were not mentioned because they are assumed.
- Everyone thinks I should install an electric motor.
Tonight while at CVS I intended to pick up some shower gel. However, they had the shower gel LOCKED IN A CABINET! Right next to the $30 tins of pomade and the expensive hair color kits that were sitting on an open shelf. I wasn’t about to hunt down an overworked retail employee who likely was not even carrying the key on them. Â I’ll pick it up when I go to Giant tomorrow.
After living successfully for over six months without owning a car, I decided that I finally need to purchase a bike so I can get around town quickly. Because my bus only allows a folding bike, and because only folding bikes are allowed on the bus and metro during rush hour, that’s the route I went.  Because of the wheel size and because of how low to the ground everything is, it is certainly not a good bike for distance, but so far it has proven to be useful for getting around.I am proud to report that my helmet does not mess up my hair as badly as I thought it would.  Looks like I won’t be needing a hairmet after all!
I have never purchased a pharmaceutical drug with a MySpace page before last night.  I’m trying to get sick just so I can see if it actually works.
This evening I was at Urban Outfitters, when I overheard a father tell his five-year-old daughter, “no dear, that book is for adults,” in reference to the book Penis Pokey which she had picked up. I am sure it looked appealing because it reminded her of that book for children that you stick your fingers through the finger holes to add dancing legs to the characters drawn on the thick card board.  Only with Penis Pokey, there is just one larger hole.  A few moments later when I looked over, the daughter was waiting by the stairs while her father was looking through the book.
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