Just shocking
I learned today that “alternative” types can be shocked by middle-aged men on bicycles. You just have to do it right. And I suppose it helps that I understand—even if the alternative types don’t—that all they’ve really done is exchange one set of norms and conformities for another. They still conform, and so, are conformists.
Enter me, a non-conformist by nature, rather than by choice..
On the way home for my ride I decided I’d like some homemade bread. I coasted into the lot at the bakery and locked up. The girl behind the counter wore trendier-than-thou clothes, had mutliple facial piercings, artsy glasses and a wildly asymmetrical haircut in colors that hadn’t really occurred to Mom Nature.
Handing me my loaf as I rummaged around in my backpack, she asked, “Would you like a bag for that or are you going to put it in your backpack.”
“Ah! Here it is!”, I exclaimed, prize dangling from my gloved fingers. “No thanks. I found my cargo net.”
The look on her face was priceless.
As was that of her co-worker as I rode away, bread in bondage on my rack.
