Friday, May 12, 2006

Poster Child

Can anyone recommend a good cleaner for my glasses that won't leave them streaked and foggy?

My friend ("best man" in the comments section, and the hot chick on a bike with racing stripes in earlier posts) has been the poster child to stay on your own two feet, until recently. Two years ago, on her way to my house, she was skateboarding (do you longboard, or do you skateboard on a longboard?) through prospect park. She calls me and through her tears apologizing that she can't come over to help me pack. She's had an accident. "Are you okay, are you bleeding, where are you, I'll come meet you." She's stubborn, that one. She already had help and was heading to the hospital with her toothless mouth and bleeding head, but she needed to call and apologize that she couldn't come over. She doesn't even remember calling me now. But she wouldn't let me come to the hospital. She still has a place on her forhead that will puff up into a bump on occasion... I think something leaks from her skull.

Last week she was biking home late at night and she got side-swiped by a taxi. She finally went to the doctor a few days later and found out she has whiplash... on her walk from the doctor back to work, she got hit in the head by a pigion. There goes my claim that she's a good example to remain a pedestrian. Now I think she needs a Pope-mobile.

4 comments:

sooprgrll said...

dykes on bikes ain't got nothing on dykes in popemobiles!

Anonymous said...

I always said birds are evil. Pigeons. Ducks. All of them.
- Nat

Anonymous said...

Yikes! I thought I was accident prone! Random, mysterious bruises don't compare to toothless mouths, whiplash, and gross birds. I don't have anything against birds generally, but I don't like pigeons or seagulls. Yuck.

Anonymous said...

Pope-mobile!


i want one.