There's no convenient bike rack near my bank or Laundromat, so I bring my bike inside with me. Each time everyone looks at it. Not because it's a cool bike (it's not), but because I'm standing next to a bike while waiting in line for a teller or clerk. And though everyone who works at the places looks at it, none of them have said anything yet. I almost want them to, just so I'll have a reason to get self-righteous and tell them, "I'm going somewhere that appreciates my business!" Just another rebel without a cause, that's me.
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