wacky pedestrian

[maryellen]

I was in Central Park sunday morning. My bike is leaning against me, my hands are grimy from an earlier bike mini-repair, I'm holding the screw-off top of my water bottle between my teeth, at the same time I'm pouring a packet of ultima replenish powder into the water bottle, and I have my head cocked so I can listen to voice mail on my cell phone (ok, I admit I was overdoing the multi-tasking). . . and a pedestrian comes up to me to ask me how to get to the west side. Why me? She was kind enough to wait until I finished listening to my voice mail . . .

[Veronica]

You had your hands full, so you were safe.

V.

[spazzdog]

And let us not forget, you weren't whizzing past at mach 3 like the uber-boys in the park on the typical weekend morning.

spazz

[maryellen]

you are both absolutely correct . . . I always have my hands full and I'm never whizzing past anyone

[CorsairMac]

and female - she probably felt safer asking another woman in Central Park than a man.