"If you had a flower bike you could peddle your petals and straddle your stem."
I said, "Huh?" and backed up to look down the alley and see if this was addressed to me. This guy was standing there apparently speaking to the rose he was holding in his hand. Just to be certain I said, "Pardon me?" He threw the rose at me and shouted, "You're perfect for each other! You both keep interrupting!"
I said, "Huh?" and backed up to look down the alley and see if this was addressed to me. This guy was standing there apparently speaking to the rose he was holding in his hand. Just to be certain I said, "Pardon me?" He threw the rose at me and shouted, "You're perfect for each other! You both keep interrupting!"
Uh...okaaaaay. As I slowly sidled away I had a tremendous sense of deja vu. Oddly enough, the exact same thing happened to me in Manhattan once, somewhere in between 7th and Bank.