Of Bikes and Dream Jobs

I told Brian about my idyllic little picture last night. This is the conversation we had:

Brian: Stop saying that!! You’ve stolen MY dream, just so you know.

Me: Really? You want to ride around on a teal beach cruiser?

Brian: Well, you know, less dresses and a manlier bike. Like without the wicker basket but with a grappling gun mounted on the handle bars. That’s super manly. I work on the second floor, so I’ll totally need a way to get to my office. I’ll just shoot that thing into the window. They make grappling guns for bikes, right?

Me: Ummm…

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