Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Like something from Snow Crash, only less cool.

Last night She Who Must Be Obeyed was working late and, since she's the best wife ever, I was happy to drive downtown to pick her up when she was done. As I sat at a red light at close to 11:30 at night, a woman with short spiky hair, dressed in a sleeveless black top and black canvas shorts and with a mesh messenger back slung across her torso wheeled up alongside me on roller blades. By the time I decided to roll down the window and tell her she was the coolest thing I'd seen all day, she had decided to skate through the red light and continue on her way to wherever it was she was going. Weird.

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