I drove over the BU bridge at about 8:37 this morning behind a man on a bike. He was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. The sweatshirt had ridden up, and the jeans had ridden down. I had a very interesting view the length of the bridge. And I didn't know what to do: I wasn't going to honk my horn at him and I couldn't yell out the window at him. So I just tried not to stare and laugh. It made me think of that old Denis Leary line, "PULL UP YOUR PANTS!"
He went on to Cambridgeport, and I went on to Mem Drive. I really hope that no one he works with was driving in behind him.
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