Moments ago I was walking along Spring Street headed east. Naturally (?), I was walking on the sidewalk, where pedestrians generally should be.
Ahead of me, also on the sidewalk, was a bicycle coming slowly in my direction — annoying, seeing as the pristine new bicycle path lay mere feet to the right.
It occurred to me to say something. As the bicyle came closer, I could see that the rider was an older, gray-haired woman. At first, she seemed to be talking on a cell phone, but upon closer inspection, this was shown not to be the case. I caught just a bit of the conversation she was having with herself:
… telling them that the diodes implanted in my body are preventing me from proving my innocence …
I decided not to say anything.
