Bob Eisenman Posted August 4, 2017 Share Posted August 4, 2017 So...I stopped at the liquor store(Thursday at dusk) to buy a six pack of beer. The clerk asked me if I wanted a receipt and I responded yes. Arriving back at my apt I decided that a ride on my EUC was more important than drinking beer and off I went continuing past the liquor store. One of the neighborhood dorks started repeating in a high squeal voice with deliberate pronunciation 'Electric Unicycle..Electric unicycle' as I passed the store. It seemed his repitition of the phrase was to reinforce his correct identification of my mode of transit. After a half mile the rail trail begins to the next town a popular fishing and jumping-swimming bridge (high tide) was full of jumper-swimmers. Where did you buy that , said one jumper as I continued toward my goal. In response to my not responding he shouted 'nice talking to you'. While riding along the Rail trail headed toward Marblehead Public dock my cell phone started to buzz and ring as I approached a female foot Walker from behind. The phone caught her attention and she smiled as I rode by, pulling my phone from my pocket. The caller's number was unknown other than being from Massachusetts somewhere so I declined to accept the call. I'm also on the phone list for a pharmacy dispensary in 'Broken Arrow' somewhere down south. I Massachusetts I get the impression that responding to an unkown callers call is more important to the caller than whatever message they may have to say. Of course during the flu season the local health clinic makes blanket coverage calls announcing vaccines. If the message was important they could leave a voice mail. Before passing the woman I passed a blind Walker using a long blind persons stick to survey the trail that was before him. As I came within a few tens of feet he heard the crunch of gravel beneath my wheel and abruptly stepped to the side. I said some kind of greeting so he could get an audio fix on my position and he replied in kind with a greeting of his own. The ride through Marblehead was uneventful, my flashlight was appropriate for dusk and I arrived at the harbor dock as evening diners for the restaurant stood outside taking in the view. A block before I passed a well known pub overflowing with patrons. A double deck party boat with people on the top floor motored by as the hired musicians kept up the alcohol fueled party boat experience. After taking in the view I opted to return, passing the sidewalk born patrons of the pub and on to the start of the rail trail. I navigated the crushed rock and mucky mud section without incident, always a bit of a nerve wracking thirty feet of trail. Short of an occasional adult size rabbit no people were passed on the trail until the last few feet where a single fisherman stood on the bridge crossing the tidal flow from the marsh. Approaching the Liquor store from its rear driveway another local dork(maybe the same one) shouted 'touche' and some other french expressions that I could hardly hear as I passed by , just a block or so from where I live. And that was three beers ago. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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