I am stopped at a red light at the intersection of 99 Street and Saskatchewan Drive. A young boy—no older than 5 or 6—is walking with his mother.
“Mom! Look! A motorcycle!” he pauses for a moment, to look more closely, “I think it’s a Harley!”
His mother smiles and looks at me. I smile back. “Do you like Harleys?” she asks.
“Yeah,” he says, distractedly, before stopping on the sidewalk a few feet away from me. He tilts his head and squints at the bike, trying to get a better look.
The light turns green, and I ride off into the sunset.
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it’s like eating a bown of sugar and whole milk
and by bown i mean bowl
Is that supposed to be a good thing? I don’t really like whole milk…or huge amounts of sugar. Sounds like a bad thing, to me.