Seth and I took a little jaunt down to the local Arco station to pump up his bike tires yesterday. As we pulled up, a champagne mercedes pulled up at the same time with two guys in their early 30's. They got out and said we could go first.
Thanks, you can leave now.
The passenger came over and said "I'm a cyclist, let me help you." Seth: "ok".
No thanks, we can do it, and I doubt you're a CYCLIST.
It was taking him awhile to do it, so Seth and I kneeled down to get a closer look at what he was doing. BAM!!! It blew out right in our faces because Mr. Cyclist didn't know what he was doing, apparently.
I knew you weren't a cyclist.
"Oh man! I'm so sorry! I thought it said I could fill it to 60 lbs!"
You were wrong, mister. Adios.
Seth was devistated, I was incredibly annoyed, and the dude still tried hitting on me afterwards.
Moral of the story: If someone offers to fill up your tires, don't get too close to it, because it might explode in your face.
2 comments:
I'm sorry Rose but that is a really funny story! And by the way, did you see my correction to Nicole about chocolate down below? And who's Seth?
Secondary moral of the story: No bike tire ever in the history of mankind needs to be filled to 60 psi.
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