Grandma, On Bicycles,
I left my triathlon bicycle on the side of the house. Grandma reminded me that it was still outside.
"Don, your bicycle is outside."
"Oh shoot, yep, I'l bring it in"
She walked over and leaned her head down with a very serious look on her face and her finger pointed at my chest.
"Don, lemme tell you something." She took a deep breath.
"De bicycles have many enemies." She counted the enemies on her crooked fingers.
"De cheeldren, de teenagers, and, well," she looked up at the ceiling for a second in thought, then looked back at me with a self assured nod, "mostly de Mexicans. De Mexicans see de bicycles, and," she swiped her hands apart, "gone in seconds."
I cracked up laughing. She was not amused.
"Yeah, iss true. Dey gotta get to de job. You don' believe me? Okay guy."
I continued laughing.
She walked away with a long shrug and her eyebrows raised, shaking her head in disappointment of my naiveté.
I left my triathlon bicycle on the side of the house. Grandma reminded me that it was still outside.
"Don, your bicycle is outside."
"Oh shoot, yep, I'l bring it in"
She walked over and leaned her head down with a very serious look on her face and her finger pointed at my chest.
"Don, lemme tell you something." She took a deep breath.
"De bicycles have many enemies." She counted the enemies on her crooked fingers.
"De cheeldren, de teenagers, and, well," she looked up at the ceiling for a second in thought, then looked back at me with a self assured nod, "mostly de Mexicans. De Mexicans see de bicycles, and," she swiped her hands apart, "gone in seconds."
I cracked up laughing. She was not amused.
"Yeah, iss true. Dey gotta get to de job. You don' believe me? Okay guy."
I continued laughing.
She walked away with a long shrug and her eyebrows raised, shaking her head in disappointment of my naiveté.