March 3, 2024:
Johnny Attitude, arm over seatback, fingers twitching, projecting impatience. He looks around, looks around, he looks around, fingers twitching.
Portly old redneck with bike-too-large struggles to navigate between seats. "Need a hand, bro?" I point to the rear wheel as I come up behind; we could easily lift it together, from front and back, solving his problem. He glowers like I have three heads.
Phones, phones, we all have phones. Out and typing, each to our different purpose.