I am reblogging this as two more 99 word bits have been added as I consider the idea of Gift, prompted at Carrot Ranch. Maybe this is the final final installment.
By speaking to this girl at the library, telling her how to keep her bike safe from the likes of me, I’d become memorable, recognizable. Now I was making the risk worse by talking with her further. But for some reason, I admit the truth, at least the truth about not being a student. I also tell her that I run a mobile bike mechanic service, which is a lie, but will be true beginning tomorrow. Because, truth is, being recognized for a kindness felt good. Beginning tomorrow my gifts as a bike mechanic will be brought to light.
I had a stand, tools and a sign on a trailer I towed with my own Surly Cross Check. Where before I tried to blend in, now I tried to stand out, brand my business as the bike mechanic who’d come to you, work around your schedule.
I joked with…
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