SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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Today I took the bike out for a short run. There were a couple of things that needed to be done, all of them were in town so I decided to use the bike.
The last stop on my list was the Post Office. I had some cards to send out and we needed stamps. I pulled into the parking lot and parked the bike next to a Mercedes. I shut down the bike, climbed off and locked my helmet in the cargo box while pulling the cards out.
So here I was standing in line to get the stamps. Right behind me was the old lady from the Mercedes. She kept looking around nervously. Then she looked at the package in her hands and realized she had forgotten something, she needed to address it. She started asking the people around us in line if they had a pen. Overhearing this I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pen. Handing it to her I didn't say a thing. She looked startled but accepted the pen.
After she wrote the address on her package she hadned the pen back. A minute later she asked if she could borrow it again. I handed it over again while telling her it was no problem. When she was done with it she looked at me for a second before clearing her throat.
"You know," she started. "I'm guilty of stereotyping you. I never thought you would be the only one here to help me, and yet you were."
I had to laugh and told her not to worry about it. What the hell. Here I came rumbling up beside her on the bike. Then I'm standing in line in front of her wearing my leather, boots and with my long hair in a braid.
When I left the Post Office I walked back to the bike and grabbed my helmet. As I was pulling it on and firing the bike up the litle old lady came back outside. She walked up and looked at the bike before telling me it really was a nice bike. After saying that she climbed in her car and took off.
Cat
The last stop on my list was the Post Office. I had some cards to send out and we needed stamps. I pulled into the parking lot and parked the bike next to a Mercedes. I shut down the bike, climbed off and locked my helmet in the cargo box while pulling the cards out.
So here I was standing in line to get the stamps. Right behind me was the old lady from the Mercedes. She kept looking around nervously. Then she looked at the package in her hands and realized she had forgotten something, she needed to address it. She started asking the people around us in line if they had a pen. Overhearing this I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pen. Handing it to her I didn't say a thing. She looked startled but accepted the pen.
After she wrote the address on her package she hadned the pen back. A minute later she asked if she could borrow it again. I handed it over again while telling her it was no problem. When she was done with it she looked at me for a second before clearing her throat.
"You know," she started. "I'm guilty of stereotyping you. I never thought you would be the only one here to help me, and yet you were."
I had to laugh and told her not to worry about it. What the hell. Here I came rumbling up beside her on the bike. Then I'm standing in line in front of her wearing my leather, boots and with my long hair in a braid.
When I left the Post Office I walked back to the bike and grabbed my helmet. As I was pulling it on and firing the bike up the litle old lady came back outside. She walked up and looked at the bike before telling me it really was a nice bike. After saying that she climbed in her car and took off.
Cat
