tonight i was crossing the street with a big bag of laundry and it was around 8 and a bunch of people were coming home from work (because we are Sad here and work too late) and cars were doing their car stuff (driving) and this guy came pedaling around the bend on his bike saying, “Brake. Brake. Brake. Brake. Brake,” and I had already been laughing to myself about something else and when I heard him kind of shouting it, brake. brake. brake. I just sort of CRACKED UP LAUGHING for some reason, to myself, but very loud, and everyone on the street looked at me, and I had my arms full of laundry so i couldn’t hide my face or cover my mouth and this other man SHOOK HIS HEAD and I couldn’t tell if it was at me or with me, but then I saw the brake. brake. brake. guy riding passed me and then I saw a small child riding behind him and I realized he was in the middle of TEACHING HIS SMALL CHILD HOW TO RIDE A BIKE and he was telling him to brake/brake/brake so this car didn’t hit him and I was at this point laughing at the fact that I was laughing and it was way past under control, and the Dad looked back at me over his bike shoulder and I had this huge, stupid grin on my face, but luckily the little kid braked (broke?) and I was able to scurry along and laugh all the way up the stairs to my apartment and die alone forever goodbye.

11:45 pm  •  28 September 2010  •  92 notes