If there's one up-side to the terrible, horrible, very bad seasonal allergies, it's that all breathing passages have been just about entirely blocked by, oh, about 5AM, meaning that I have to get out of bed and walk around upright for a bit to de-block them. How is this possibly a good thing? Precisely because it means that I'm out of bed early enough to go for a morning run ... one of my all time favorite things to do ... when I actually succeed in getting up.
It's the cool summerish mornings, where the sun's shining bright and the city's just beginning to open its eyes that are the best. Just enough sleepy movement to know it's going to be a great day, yet still blanketed by that tranquil calm.
So today I was pleasantly wandering along when I saw it - at the same time that the garbage men saw it. A great looking vespa knocked over in its parking spot, clearly feeling the damage from the tip and with all of the contents from the trunk spilled across the road. Unfortunate, I think, but then again, not unusual.
Then I saw another. And another. And another and another. A whole trail of tipped motos, vespas and scooters.
Just about as my feeble early morning mind was pondering how someone could be so entertained by tipping over vespas, another thought went passing through ... what's the point in cow tipping?
Vespa owners, beware. You may well be the next victim of urban cow tipping.
It's the cool summerish mornings, where the sun's shining bright and the city's just beginning to open its eyes that are the best. Just enough sleepy movement to know it's going to be a great day, yet still blanketed by that tranquil calm.
So today I was pleasantly wandering along when I saw it - at the same time that the garbage men saw it. A great looking vespa knocked over in its parking spot, clearly feeling the damage from the tip and with all of the contents from the trunk spilled across the road. Unfortunate, I think, but then again, not unusual.
Then I saw another. And another. And another and another. A whole trail of tipped motos, vespas and scooters.
Just about as my feeble early morning mind was pondering how someone could be so entertained by tipping over vespas, another thought went passing through ... what's the point in cow tipping?
Vespa owners, beware. You may well be the next victim of urban cow tipping.
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