And then I got my sister to come with me to the house. Well, it was less of a house and more of a trailer. And, I'm pretty sure I saw the owner, and he was wearing PJ's. People were walking around without shoes and teeth. I figured, I don't need a bike that bad.
Later I got an email saying he saw me and to come back. I was creeped out further. Maybe a cheap bike isn't worth it. And, I don't care what people say about Walmart bikes, I think it might be worth it to buy one of their bikes and skip the "I'm a strange man luring women into my trailer in order to sell you into white slavery" step.
1 comment:
Maybe next time have your dad do the transaction for you. I doubt your toothless admirer is going to want to get a piece of Papa Zendejas :)
Post a Comment