Every evening towards the end of my commute, I have to endure a brief second of verbal harassment. It comes way of this apartment house where more times than not, there are 2 or 3 college age guys (I said college age, not college bound) who are all too ready with a witty comment. For example, "I want your bike, Man." Or, "You are so cool." Or sometimes just a woo-hoo sound. At first I would give them a courteous wave, but now as not to encourage such behavior, I have been ignoring them. But every day, I know as I round Summit St. there is going to be some half drunk wise-a** hanging out of the second story window with a little something to say. I think they are just bored, but it is still annoying. Maybe I should bring them over one of my old bikes, that way they would have something to entertain themselves with.