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Bike lanes aside ... it's a ROAD. Made for CARS.
Get off your damn bike and walk it to somewhere safe.
So, anyway ... there I was today, peacefully typing a book review of The Yiddish Policemen's Union (meh. never really went anywhere), and I reached for my big plastic cup of ice tea. Now usually, I'm drinking out of either a proper glass, or some sort of spill proof container, but I'd just started the dishwasher and got one of those Solo party cups, the big ones? Luckily I'd been drinking it for a while and it was only about half full, but in my distracted state I must have misjudged the weight of the cup and ... sploosh. Nine ounces of cold ice tea on my thigh, the carpet, and two shoulder bags that were sitting on the floor next to me.
In between yelling "fuck!" and "now what" I managed to find the box of Shamwows, dampened one, and sucked the stains right out of the carpet, my pants, and the wool shoulder bag.
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