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small talk on the road
Scene: a busy intersection. I am on my bike in the left-turn lane on the way to work, waiting for the light to turn green. A guy on a beautiful Suzuki sportbike pulls up next to me.
Me: *hollers above idling engine* Nice bike!
Dude: *flips up visor of helmet* Thank you!
Me: I'm gonna get one someday.
Dude: They're getting cheaper.
Me: I almost bought one a couple months ago, a CBR 600, but the chick backed out on me.
Dude: That's a good bike!
Me: And it only had three thousand miles on it! A '94!
Dude: Three thousand? That's IT?
Me: I know!
*light turns green*
Me: Have a nice day!
Dude: You too!
It wasn't much of a conversation, but it put a smile on my face for a while. I love it when two people's paths intersect and instead of looking away and Minding Their Own Business because they don't know each other, they acknowledge one another and interact a bit. That happens so much more often here than it does in the Midwest, and I think my willingness to let it happen is a large part of my ability to make friends easily.
Me: *hollers above idling engine* Nice bike!
Dude: *flips up visor of helmet* Thank you!
Me: I'm gonna get one someday.
Dude: They're getting cheaper.
Me: I almost bought one a couple months ago, a CBR 600, but the chick backed out on me.
Dude: That's a good bike!
Me: And it only had three thousand miles on it! A '94!
Dude: Three thousand? That's IT?
Me: I know!
*light turns green*
Me: Have a nice day!
Dude: You too!
It wasn't much of a conversation, but it put a smile on my face for a while. I love it when two people's paths intersect and instead of looking away and Minding Their Own Business because they don't know each other, they acknowledge one another and interact a bit. That happens so much more often here than it does in the Midwest, and I think my willingness to let it happen is a large part of my ability to make friends easily.
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