"Hey, how are you?" yells the dude in the car a couple lanes away from me, with a flirty look in his eye.
I'm used to random strangers talking to me when I'm on my scooter -- these cute, little modes of transportation are quite the conversation starters, I've found.
"Oh, just fine."
"Where you headed?"
"Ummmm... just going home." (If I had been more on my toes, perhaps a better response would have been something like, "I'm meeting my probation officer -- this is my third offense; I think the gig is up, man!")
"Wanna join me for drinks?"
"Oh, no thank you..." I laugh and promptly take off when the light turns green.
Evidently, another benefit of scooters -- aside from the less-than-$4 it takes to fill the tank for about 100 miles -- is that they are good for your dating life. Well, that is if you're in the market for moderately skeezy-looking guys with slicked back hair who drive Trans-Ams and randomly try to pick up women on scooters in downtown Denver.
Me? Frankly, I'd choose the probation officer meeting!
I am enjoying your writing and look forward to many more colorful posts about life in Denver as seen from your scooter! :)
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Thank you, Andrea!
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