Just the commute today and got wet doing that. Stopped at the bike shop on the way home with that third wheel in the back with its broken spoke, and sweetness, one of the guys whose name I forget pretty much dropped everything and started fixing it right there, whcih made me glad I'd cut out of work early so I wasn't at the "oh, gosh, we have to finish this before the end of the day" part of their day. Fritz says "could I see your helmet?" and disappears with it... and when I look around the corner he is attaching... darn it, I remembered to bring my camera back home but not the wire to put stuff from the camera to the computer, so you can't *see* the pig snout and big PINK EARS. They found it cleaning out the warehouse - it is from 1998, "back in the days when there was humor," and... they thought it suited me :-)
Several people burst out laughing and one car almost rode up the curb on my way home. Of course, that happens on any given day It's one of those effects of cycle-induced clinical euphoria... and yea, you gotta love your LBS, especially when they love you back!