I have a story and a picture to share. I find them slightly humorous.
First: The Story
John and I rode our bikes (Bingo and Little Blue) to get brunch on Sunday. Our waiter looked slightly familiar, but I couldn’t figure out how (or if) I knew him. So, we stared at each other for a little while.
He broke the slightly awkward silence and said, “It’s nice to see you outside of kickboxing.”
Oh — kickboxing class! He comes to the Thursday night kickboxing class! This explains why he looked so darn familiar.
We exchanged pleasantries and discussed kickboxing for a minute. [Note: I’d ridden my bike to the restaurant and was wearing a t-shirt and running shorts — the same clothes I wear to kickboxing class.]
He ended our brief conversation by saying, “It’s nice to see you with clothes on.”
A guy eating by himself at a nearby table snorted with laughter after the waiter made that comment. He then looked at us, mumbled “sorry,” and continued eating. I would have done the same thing had I been at his table listening to our conversation.
Perhaps we’ll see each other at kickboxing class tomorrow night. Perhaps I’ll be wearing clothes.
Second: The Picture
John RAGBRAI’d today and traveled approximately 55 miles on Bingo. (It’s his bike’s name-o.) I gave it that name because it’s a cool name. Bingo apparently rose to the greatness of its name and started making little “bing!” noises when it travels over bumps in the road.
I drove him back to Boone to fetch his car. (In case anyone was wondering, I named his car Ron.)
We saw this sign in Boone:
Janie, what exactly are your crafts possessing?
Why not go for the apostrophe trifecta and stick an apostrophe in consignments?