Charlie-brm
Well-known member
No end of amusement this evening and yes I had a boring day so this was the highlight. The next pump over from me at the gas station has a ginormous HD 131 Screaming something or other with cases the size of portable kennels, all airbrushed with an admittedly quality paint job and very clean. The length and breadth of his discourse with the lady passenger: "go see if you can find a duster or something."
Half an hour later elsewhere in this small town, I'm in Timmie's and gee, look who just rolled in. He comes in with the missus, sends her into the lineup and he goes over to the windows, and without excusing himself to the two tables of people sitting along the window, proceeds to reach over them and pull up all three blinds. I knew right away why, so he can stand in the store and still keep an eye on his pride and joy. That's exactly what he did, stepped back to the middle of the room, folded his arms over his chest and stared out at the bike. Man, you should have seen the intensity and concern on his face when a few other riders gave it the walk around. He paced around to get a better angle. For a moment he snaps out of it and must have realized he didn't give the wife her fetching order because she's still in the lineup - "get six donuts". Eventually he sits on his *** staring out the window and waits for the wife to bring over a box of donuts and his coffee. Women really marry these guys?
Tip for next time dumbass - park it up to the window by your table instead of across the lot if it means that much to you, or better yet, go wait outside.
Half an hour later elsewhere in this small town, I'm in Timmie's and gee, look who just rolled in. He comes in with the missus, sends her into the lineup and he goes over to the windows, and without excusing himself to the two tables of people sitting along the window, proceeds to reach over them and pull up all three blinds. I knew right away why, so he can stand in the store and still keep an eye on his pride and joy. That's exactly what he did, stepped back to the middle of the room, folded his arms over his chest and stared out at the bike. Man, you should have seen the intensity and concern on his face when a few other riders gave it the walk around. He paced around to get a better angle. For a moment he snaps out of it and must have realized he didn't give the wife her fetching order because she's still in the lineup - "get six donuts". Eventually he sits on his *** staring out the window and waits for the wife to bring over a box of donuts and his coffee. Women really marry these guys?
Tip for next time dumbass - park it up to the window by your table instead of across the lot if it means that much to you, or better yet, go wait outside.
