Awww, thanks! That's so nice! You can always call me, too!
You know, the funny thing is, as I was standing there stranded, wondering what to do, Marci rode by on her Giant. I contemplated yelling out to her, but I let her pass me by. If I had more energy, I would have ridden with her, killed some time, then caught the next bus, but I just didn't have enough sleep the previous night. Instead, I let Mr. Creepy Stranger drive me.
He had a Foxy Lady business card in his truck, and he asked me if I was a police officer. Later I realized he probably thought I was "working" (ewwww)!

