Sitting on a bench

June 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

I was sitting at the bus stop, eating some Miko’s Italian Ice — passion fruit and pineapple — when a little Mexicano in a suit coat and ruffled button up rolls around the corner on a mountain bike and hollers “hey mami want a riiiiiide?”

With a giggle, I said “no thanks.”

He pulled up next to me and we laughed together for a bit.

“Hey, can I maybe get your number?”

“No, sorry.”

“Ok, I love you byyyyyye.”

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