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I have two sides. The nicest girl you’ll ever meet and a Kabuki Theater villain.
👺
I sit down next to a guy on the train.
ME: Loads of cycle paths around here.
HIM: Really?
ME: Loads, mate.
HIM: How’d you know?
ME: There’s signs, aren’t there?
HIM: I guess?
ME: I love them.
(47 minutes of awkward silence.)
When we reach my stop, I get off the train with my bike. As I leave, I notice the guy suddenly looks relieved. As I walk away he looks at me like I was a random crazy psychopath on the train, then it finally hit me.
What are the odds
This is the kind of interaction that would haunt me years later when I’m trying to sleep.
This would haunt most people I think. Except cycle paths. They are only haunted by cyclists
Unless… he wasn’t⁉️
A rush, innit?
