as the goo oozes

yesterday while cruising around downtown with kellyn, she noticed green goo oozing from my back tire. i had somehow punctured the wheel and the slime inside the tube, its purpose: to resist thorns, was escaping. when i moved the bike forward, the mess began spurting out with an awful hissing sound. i was not impressed.

i walked my cruiser back to the flat with kellyn riding next to me the entire way giggling to herself. sometime, i didn't know when, i was going to have to take it in and have it fixed.

then today, in my basket, wrapped in a torn plastic bag, was a new tube and bottle of tube sealant (the green goo). on the tube box it said, "courtesy of [male name and an apartment number]."

it's moments like this when i have to step back and appreciate humanity although cynical syndie always raises an eyebrow, asking questions like "why take credit?" or "why are you paying attention to me?"

ah well.. at least my bike will be up and running sooner than expected.