Biked Down and Busted
Ran a quick errand, via bike, to the Abel Wolman building on Holliday Street. I bypassed the bike rack in front of the building in favor of a parking sign right in front of the door…out of sheer laziness. As I’m unlocking my bike, a man and woman come up to me.
Man: There’s a bike rack over there, ya know (tilts his head).
Woman: Why didn’t you use the bike rack?
Man: Is it too far?
Me: Err, I guess…
Woman: It’s not that far is it?
Me: (I shrug) I don’t know, it’s not that far I guess.
(Awkward pause. I fumble with my lock. Why are these people interrogating me?)
Me: (dawning realization) Do you guys work in planning?
Them: (laughing) Yeah…
Me: Oh, sorry, I promise I’ll use it next time. I’ll help justify them.
Man: Ok, thanks.