Ah yes, the classic posenger story. Well I've got a variation. You see, I have these two friends, one is a TOTAL posenger, with the biggest bag you can buy, the hat, the everything. He lives a vicarious life via every messenger he can get his hands on, talks the talk etc.... and he works at a coffee shop.
The there's my other friend. He's the kind of guy who says "gear thingy" instead of chain ring. He doesn't seem to care that his chain is a deep rust red and makes horrible noises every thime he peddles. He has a VERY ****** old treck with the fenders zip-tied to various points to stay on, he wairs a baja-fresh baseball cap and dress slacks, his idea of maintinance is wiping the mud off the wheels.... and he is a bicycle delivery boy. He uses his bike for work EVERY DAY, and constantly makes fun of the posenger friend because he's, well, a real 'messenger'... I think he keeps his bike crappy just to spite us velo-dudes.

I guess you have to be there but it's damn funny seeing them together.