Date Four: The Harley Man

For a time, I had an art supply store and as I prepared to close, I also worked at the hospital.  I was working 2 full time jobs at this point... Guys parked their Harleys in front of my shop and I couldn't get stuff unloaded from my car.  Pissed me off, so I waited for them to leave the restaurant across the street and when they got to their bikes I was going to let them have it.  So...I wait outside with my parrot on my finger.  Baby went to work at the shop every day and it was part of our routine to step outside  a few times every day. I see the bikers walk across the street and moving toward their rides and I head over to them and trip over a concrete tire stop thing you find in parking lots and land on my head. One comes over, helps me up, I dash off looking for Baby, the parrot, who is peeking out from behind the spokes of the harley's front wheel....not the best way to meet someone, but it worked.  We went out once.  Not a love match.