Well, he did and when he came in I said, "Oh my god, I'm so aggressively looking for a friend its like i'm hitting on you. Here's my number" And he said "When you left I asked the cashier,"I told her I'm gay and she said she's married...what was that?" And we were laughing. We exchanged numbers and he gives me a business card with his cell and it's from a hair salon. I say, "Oh you work there? My husband got his hair cut there for years" And he said "I work there if by work there you mean own and run". "No way!" says I....and then we told each other how we're gonna stalk each other. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.
My issue is that I'm getting afraid of going to a strangers house with my poor lack of direction and a wallet of cash. I'm mildly panicky. I make a pledge to myself. I've seen self-defense programs. I will not go to a second location. The guy says he has to sell the bike today and this has me on edge. Surely only a crackhead needs to sell a bike so quickly. This could bode well for haggling down the price though. A desperate character needing his fix. Perhaps I am a heartless capitalist after all. I shall insist he brings the bike out to the front street. I will not go to a second location.
I don't like the look of the houses. They seem run down, it's sketchy. Okay, it's Wrigleyville, they're mansions. Some of them dirty old, run down mansions, okay? But I get to his address and it's shabby looking. Old filthy curtains. Okay they're vintage. When I phone from across the street at a safe distance I see his scrawny arm open the curtains to suss me out. His room is dark and iIassume the bright sunlight is too harsh for his red-eyed cold-turkey cravings. He meets me outside and he is totally preppy and about as fresh faced as a college grad could be. He just finished school he has to sell his bike because he leaves for home in Boston tomorrow. I follow him into the back yard. He has a trailer hitched to his bike from when he would sell cold bottled water in a cooler to Cubs fans to make ends meet while he was getting his degree. Yeah right. The bike trailer looks about the right size to hold kidnapped toddlers held for ransom to support his drug habit I think as I realize I've gone to a second location. Doh!
Jeez, I had to get out of there quick. How much is the bike? Okay I'll buy the lock too.Thanks. I'm so relieved this guy is not a poxy-faced bath-salts-huffing bike thief I had to get away quick before I paid off his student loans.
I ride back to the pet store, get my groceries, stop for a pedicure and then ride to lawrence bus. it feels great. I even managed to get my bike onto the bus rack towards the burbs ride home. On the bus I text my