The Worst Thing You Can Think Of Happened To Me While Riding A Bike Through New York City
And it was coming at me full speed. I hit the brakes hard.
And it was coming at me full speed. I hit the brakes hard.
Or was everybody just being super polite?
I get up in the morning and the first thing I do is make a pot of coffee.
“OK! Thanks! My name is Sandra if you need anything!”
“Yes,” I told her, immediately.
It’s my biggest regret.
Everyone’s waiting around, and we’re all in this together, so just do everybody a favor and try not to sing the following songs.
It was weird.
“Alright boys, this is it,” my uncle said as the other two guys started unloading a bunch of supplies.
It was like half an hour later, I was back at my house and I’d already posted the photo to Facebook and Instagram, “Look who I met at the diner today!” was the caption.