Heh.

I came to work on the motorcycle today. I went into the Black Dog, the coffee shop downstairs, and ordered a cup of coffee from a punk rock barista. She looked at me expectantly and said "For here?" I said, "No, to go." She looked at me quizzically in my armored jacket and toting my helmet and said, "You're getting your coffee to go and you're on a motorcycle?" I explained that I worked upstairs and she smiled and told me about her failed attempt to build a cup holder on her motorbike.

I also ran into lokey, who tells me s4 and I may make too much money to qualify to live in the Tilsner. Hrmf. Maybe we could appeal that we lived the better part of the last two years with one or the other of us unemployed and the other working part time. Crap, it didn't feel like we had too much money for anything! Maybe just one of us could be on the lease or something? *sigh* Ah, well. Something will work out.