Well, it's that time of year again--Fall. Time for everything that's up in the trees to fall down into the bike lanes. Like nuts.
You know, they go "Pop!" or, "Poing!" as they rocket out from under your tire and bounce of the paintjobs of vehicles of the unsuspecting. It's bad enough that some drunk pedestrian cussed me out one morning because I startled him, (I would have said, "On your left!" but I was in the middle of the street and he was on the sidewalk) but now I've got to look out for angry Yuppies with damaged paintjobs, too.
Guess I'll stay in the street until the nuts are gone, which will probably be when the squirrels finish them off. The city really should pay the squirrels for doing their job, but unless the squirrels complain, I guess the city will just keep taking advantage of them.
Maybe they should unionize...
(Disclaimer: this is only a test of the Emergency Humor System. I don't claim it to be 100% true or accurate, or even funny...)