Dike Access

While walking down the street in Seattle this afternoon, my Network Engineer pointed out a bar across the street with a bunch of large, burly motorcycles in front of it. I spotted, just a few feet in front of us, on the opposite side of the street - this rather miniscule motor scooter.

"Hey, this guy was embarassed, so he parked on the other side of the street" I quipped.

Just then, not more than a few feet behind us, we heard a raspy voice belt out:

"She's not embarassed, asshole."

We turned. Turns out "He" was a "She". A very, um, burly looking "she". Did I mention she was holding a motorcycle helmet that matched the colors of that mini-motor bike in front of us?

Not wanting to offend any further, I replied with a very Johnny Dep as Jack Sparrow'ish way: "I was only joking". That didn't go over as well as I had hoped. A sneer was shot back that would start a fight in the biker bar across the street.

If that had happened in Portland, the mini-scooter lesbo would have either said nothing or said something fun like "Hahaha. Yeah, I didn't want those guys to feel insecure."

Seattle: Bite me.

Word: Joe, Sarah, Chels', and the whole Putt's crew.

Gregsta'