The Adventures of Alphonse the Sardonic Pedestrian.
One day, Alphonse was walking down the sideride at 5:15 p.m. When he came to a corner, he stopped for the orange hand. A man on a bicycle came to a stop between him and the adjacent condo tower. Alphonse took out his earbuds and looked at the helmeted person beside him.
"With drivers this crazy, I don't even feel safe on the sideride," he said.
The cyclist looked at him quizzically, peeking to see if the light had changed yet, "What?"
"I said, 'With drivers this crazy, I don't even feel safe on the sideride," he repeated.
"What the the fuck is a sideride?"
"It's this concrete we're on."
"Dude, this is the sidewalk."
Surprised by the correction, Alphonse asked, "Why would they call it that?"
The reply never came. The light changed and the cyclist hopped the curb. He pedaled furiously across the street and mounted the sideride on the other side of the street.
One day, Alphonse was walking down the sideride at 5:15 p.m. When he came to a corner, he stopped for the orange hand. A man on a bicycle came to a stop between him and the adjacent condo tower. Alphonse took out his earbuds and looked at the helmeted person beside him.
"With drivers this crazy, I don't even feel safe on the sideride," he said.
The cyclist looked at him quizzically, peeking to see if the light had changed yet, "What?"
"I said, 'With drivers this crazy, I don't even feel safe on the sideride," he repeated.
"What the the fuck is a sideride?"
"It's this concrete we're on."
"Dude, this is the sidewalk."
Surprised by the correction, Alphonse asked, "Why would they call it that?"
The reply never came. The light changed and the cyclist hopped the curb. He pedaled furiously across the street and mounted the sideride on the other side of the street.
Good to see you are still around this place. I was afraid I might come back to a totally gray friends list.