The
other week I had biked out to the lake and read there, then hit up the grocery
store on the way home.
As I was
walking home, grocery bags around my shoulder and walking my bike, this one
unshaven fatter older (white) homeless guy in a wheel chair who was on the sidewalk near a fastfood restaurant was like, “Got a
flat tire?”.
I
stopped and looked at my bike tires and they were fine, so I was like, “No.”
“You
don’t got a flat tire?”, he was like.
“Then why are you walking?”.
I then
told him that I couldn’t bike with groceries.
“Thanks
for checking on my tire,” though, I was like.
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