On the bike this morning at the gym. The old man biking next to me tapped me on the shoulder to ask a few questions.
Him: Are you listening to iTunes?
I take my headphones off, he keeps his on.
[This exchange goes on for a while, longer than it should have]
Me: I’m listening to audible.
Him: But you need iTunes for that, right?
Me: No, it’s an app.
Him: But you pay for it?
Me: No. It’s free, but you pay for the books you listen to.
Him: Oh. So I’m guessing you want to listen to your book now?
Me: Yes, actually.
Him: Sorry. I won’t bother you.
We ride for a few more minutes and then he taps me on the shoulder again.
Him: What do you think of this guy who owns the Clippers?
Me: I think he’s a racist asshole.
The old guy turns away from me and starts talking to the guy on the other side of him for a while. A few minutes later, the old guy gets off his bike and signals for me to take of my headphones.
Him: I got to go to the bathroom, will you watch my bike?
Me: Um… sure.
Him: Just say something if someone wants it, but don’t get into a fist fight over it or anything, it’s just a bike.
Me: Good call.