I’m back in the bike shop, but only part-time. The other part is spent restocking the store, and a small portion of that is spent in the bike shop–but only to make my tea. I was in tea brewing mode when I noticed a BMX bike parked at the end of the racks and thought, “Interesting, we rarely work on these.”
And we won’t have to because right there and then, a guy entered the shop from the outside carrying a plate of pancakes and a fork in one hand, grabs the bike with his free hand, and walks right out without saying a word.
I glanced over at another mechanic standing at the other end of the room; he also looked at me to acknowledge that he’d seen what I’d just seen. For a few seconds, we processed the situation before we started laughing. (Note: Pancake guy had left his bike in our care so that he could “purchase a bike lock.”) As absurd as the moment was, it was also quintessentially Victoria.
Continue reading “Unsinkable dreamboat.”
What’s the word for when you have a crush on someone, but in a strictly platonic manner. As in, you really want to be their friend.
Someone translated hydraulic press videos through interpretative dancing, and it’s the best thing I’ve seen so far this year. Not only is it a unique idea, but also it is super well-executed. I’m shocked the video has only 1,600 views.
So, I figure this means Sarah McCreanor isn’t famous enough to refuse my friendship. I, too, enjoy spending an inordinate time and energy creating something superfluous. She must also get “But why?’d” all the time.
Continue reading “House party of one.”
We’re at the end of 2020, and I don’t know where to start. This post will be a summary of my week, not the year.
Continue reading “Everything’s coming up Milhouse?”
Yann pointed to a row of pickle jars on the bottom shelf at the supermarket and asked, “Have we had these? Where they good?”
Continue reading “That’s a dilly of a pickle.”