The powers move in mysterious ways, their
doughnuts for Jill's last day to provide. Which is to say: THERE ARE TOP POT
DOUGHNUTS IN THE COPIER/KITCHEN AREA—GET THEM WHILE THEY LAST!
A story to accompany your doughnut:
I had a blowout on my front tire on
the way home last night which, I am here to tell you, is sort of exciting. A
flash of blue-white light, a loud shot-like noise, and suddenly your tire is
coming-off-the-rim flat. Naturally, my first thoughts were about the
bike-to-month challenge for I am determined to be 100%. Could I find a bike
shop open in West Seattle at 7:00 on a Thursday night? Could I swap tires with
Scott's bike? Could I ride Scott's bike?
Those answers turned out to be no, no, and
not safely, no.
But I did find that the aptly named Bicycle
Repair Shop would open at 8:00 am and they're just few blocks
from the Rapid-Ride C stop downtown. I applied some duct tape to the damaged
tire, inserted my last pristine inner tube, and put the wheel back together
enough to allow it to be clamped on the front of the bus—all before having my
evening cocktail. This morning, it all went just as planned, and, luckily, the
helmet I'd forgotten to take out of my bike's basket didn't bounce out on 99.
MIchael at BRS very helpfully advised me on
my tire options and, though they were booked solid, offered to put it on right
then and there, thus saving me an embarrassing and messy 45 minutes of swapping
things out myself.
But what is the point of this story, you may ask,
and where do the doughnuts come into it? Well, it happens that there's a Top
Pot shop a block from the bicycle repair shop so while Michael quickly and
efficiently made some money for his store, I purchased a gaggle of doughnuts.
And since everything happens for a reason I can only surmise that my front tire
blew out not because it's twenty years old and I rode over something
sharp, but rather so that I would be able to bring doughnuts for this, Jill's
last day.
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