As the storm hits, he’s nestled behind the counter in front of the space heater.
Though the fresh black and white sign on the door says “NO BIKES” he can see the shades of gray in the impending rain clouds.
“No, its ok you can bring it in.”
We talked about Johnny Cash once and the paradoxically shining insight of the Man in Black.
He saves me a soggy saddle, lets me use a debit card to buy an apple and gives me cash back for the quarters I will need to dry my clothes for the wet week ahead.
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