At 2am last night I was on my bike waiting at traffic lights on Flinders.
A suited up group of little dandies, about my little brother’s age, strolled up.
‘Give me a dink to King Street?’ asked one of them cheekily (this request not uncommon for women riding home late on weekend nights!)
Him: ‘Why not?’
Me: ‘Cos King St has late night violence. Plus, I don’t dink strange men.’
Him: ‘But I’m not a man!’
Me *Laughing fit*
Him: ‘I like your helmet. It matches your hair!’
*See also helmetsarehot.net