The other morning on a Monday I was dogged tired and riding in to school, and on the last leg of my commute, this quiet leafy boulevard with a nice big bike lane, I was passing an elementary school that had started for the day, just as a (middle-aged) (black) (female) crossing guard in a neon green vest was putting her stuff in her van near the bike lane.
"You have a nice morning!", she said to me as I passed by, though we didn't make eye contact.
"You too!", I said as I sped by.
Then, I turned around and was like, "And you have a good week, too!", but she didn't seem to hear me.
Still, it was a lovely intereaction.
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