I can’t see my scooter, and it’s freaking me out.
I’m chopping off my mullet after work today, so I rode Lola downtown. While on the bus the last few days, I took note of places I saw motorcycles parked and which locations that still had spots available around 9am – so I left at 8 this morning to make sure I’d get one of the coveted spots closer to my office. It was a success; I parked next to a scooter (who unfortunately parked like a tool, he took up way more room than necessary) a block from my office in a shady, tree-free area in the uber rich district of the downtown core, for free. Free is delightful!
I am worried, though, mostly because I tend to worry about everything but also because I can’t SEE Lola and therefore strangers could be all up in her grill with the touching and sitting and stealing her rainbow legwarmers. I never had to worry when Lola was in the parkade, because she was covered and secure – but to take advantage of the free parking, she’s out in the open and exposed to all the dirty grubby elements of other people. On the plus side, there’s almost no danger of her being hit by a car thanks to the concrete barriers everywhere. We’ll see how this goes, but I know I’ll be spending the rest of the day in knots with needless worry times.
I desperately wish my eyes were not filled with gummy bears.
Also, yesterday’s post will be explained tomorrow. :)