Monday, March 03, 2008
Riding a bicycle through forty mile-an-hour winds is an exercise in futility similar to that of running through deep water. En route to the Student Union from the Rec Center this morning, the snow shearing into my face and body erst I slowly crossed Flint whipped the crocheted hat everyone covets from my head and up the street. I leapt off the $350 Jamis bike, not looking to see whither it flew, and ran into oncoming traffic after this grey-and-white rag of a hat, weil ohne das Hut ich gar nichts bin. Hat safely recovered, I strode in front of a bus that missed hitting me by five seconds back to the bike, abandoned in front of a sidewalk tree. After I put the cat-hat on again, I became The Fonz.
The Fonz then brunched at the campus Starbucks with Mr. B. Shane Morgan, also known as Doogie Howser.
Labels: bicycle, bus, crocheted hat, Doogie Howser, friends, Rec Center, snow, Starbucks, Student Union, The Fonz, wind
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:40 PM]