Nonsense

Since the New Year, my ride into work has become super long and boring.  My one and only resolution is no more texting while I’m driving.  The texting was mainly between me and Amylynn and so you can imagine how entertaining it was and a great time passer.  I’ve only slipped up twice so far, even though red lights are not long enough to put a good text together.  The slip up involved “Yes” and “K” and I think I should be forgiven.

Anyway, that’s not the reason for my blogging.  I’m driving to work this morning, minding my own business, pretending that I’m flying a fighter jet instead of driving a simple car and what to do I see but a “sight”. 

A young man was riding a bike.  It was a bit small for him and had those high ape hanger handle bars.  It looked like the bike of a twelve year old and was too small for the young man on it.  But that wasn’t what made him a sight. 

He had long, long black hair.  Not natural black – but pitch black, clearly dyed that way hair.  He was wearing a black leather coat.  It was really long – like a trench coat.  His pants were black as was his t-shirt – all black, except his skin that was pale white.

So he’s riding this too small bicycle with his arms hanging down and his long, long black, black hair and black leather coat flowing out behind him in the wind while he’s furiously pedaling to – who knows where?  I don’t think the other gawking fighter jet pilots/drivers figured it out either.    

Normally I would have texted Amylynn immediately . . .

“Hey, just saw your boyfriend; tell him so much black should be saved for nighttime and to cut that damn stringy hair.”

But instead – to entertain myself – I have to pretend that he is the nephew of the Wicked Witch of the West and he is on his way home after staying out all night with the flying monkeys.

Oh well, he certainly shortened the trip.