On Saturday morning Spot was her usual, insistent self requiring attention and food. I eventually climbed out of bed, fed her and set about planning my day. First thing to cross my mind was "Fuck, I don't want to go to King's Chef today."
I ended up lying to myself saying "I won't go to King's Chef. I'll just get the front brake done." By the time I wrangled Spot and lugged the bike upstairs I was saying "Maybe it won't be so bad."
So I arrived at King's Chef and realized I had no cash. Oscar's wasn't open yet. One of the nearby banks didn't have any ATM and the other one's ATM was flashing something about it being serviced at that time. My last resort was going to 7-11. Since I didn't want my bike to be stolen, I brought it in with me much to the clerk's disdain.
"I'm only going to be a minute and it's housebroken" was all I could say. The tires weren't dirty and I wasn't knocking shit over or blocking people. So she whined and had her manager come out and I explained again that my bike is very well behaved and housebroken. Minutes later I had my money and I was out the door.
Food was served particularly quick over at King's Chef. Plus the repair on my bike ended up only costing me six bucks. SIX BUCKS. This was tempered by the fact that when I was trying to be friendly and make conversation the Bike Pro Mobile guy wasn't that chatty or anything. Soon my fat ass was pedalling home.
Later on I cleaned out the car then headed to the car store to pick up cleaning stuff. Sunday will be my cleaning the car day. First I'll head to the little car wash down on Uintah then I'll start all the cleaning after I'm done. The rest of my day was spent being lazy and half-heartedly doing the dishes.
