Again. And again.
We have determined, that yes, it was all my fault. I wore one of my “Jerry Springer: the Opera” shirts. And I walked into a scene from that opera. Just weird.
“There are no detours on the road to Grace.”
(Friday night, Cookie loaned me his Ninja, and for the first time in a very long time, I threw a leg over scooter and blasted around the block. I think I only broke about two laws, three at the max, and I got it into third gear, once. No harm, no foul.)