Black Bike

[Thinking]

When you stop talking to someone…or had a fight and you made a vow that you will never talk to that particular person again…

A fascinating…almost supernatural phenomenon occurs.

Suddenly one third of the population begins to drive the bike he drives.

The same make…the same model…the same colour....hmmm....

Like somehow…there was some newsletter that went out to all the man of universe that said,

"Please buy/rent this bike of this condition and drive it around this person (me) as much as possible."

So he has a black Honda 70 bike.

And I'm serious…everywhere I go today… I suddenly see black bikes.

I go to the supermarket. I saw Black bike turning into the parking lot.

I walk from the bus stop to home after work. I saw Black bike humming at a red light.

Picking up the laundry and when came out from the shop. I saw Black bike parked by the sidewalk.

And I'm not talking about just any Black BIKE…I mean…identical or nearly identical model and year.

It's ridiculous.

And whenever I see these Black bikes…I tend to undergo the same three physical reactions.

A: I panic:
Crap, I'm wearing my reject clothes that I should have donated to the homeless but I can't because today's a laundry day!

B: I have to stand and investigate:
I look about the Black bike to investigate like watching the surrounding people and try to find out who owns it.

C: I sigh:

It is a sigh of relief when I inevitably see other man.

So today's evening…I was walking home after a long walk with all the things in my both hands trying to reach home as soon as possible when I saw the Black bike.

Ohh...another false alarm...I tried to assure myself as my heart palpitated and reaction “A “satisfied.

But as I commenced physical reaction “B” and investigate…I noticed the same helmet the smooth speed…the assured right hand wearing the one coloured fingerer gloves on the steering handle.

It was him.

…………
I immediately looked away and skirted into the nearest edifice.

Which would have been fine if it had not been a cosmetic shop?

As I stood by the doorway near an assortment of perfumes…I waited for a minute to pass.

Waited for him to pass…so I could emerge from this shop in which 90% of the equipment was incompatible with my salary.

Suddenly…I felt my phone vibrate (ironic, isn't it)....hmmm....

It was a text with a simple question: "Having fun in the cosmetic shop?"

I felt my heart stop. A minute later…he texted again…"By the way: Hello to you too."

And that was it.

I never responded.

I simply stood paralyzed in the doorway…watching the sales man and customer look at me dismissively.

Too frumpy and flat to be a drag out....they were probably thinking.
……

OKAY. I'm kidding.

Nothing in the previous paragraph within red dots actually happened.

Yeah I know….I'm good at inventing worst case scenarios because I frequently am living in one.

No…what in fact happened was…I looked away and took a side street and kept walking hoping he didn't see me…and if he did…hoping he didn't see me see him and take a side street.

Chances were…or my hope that probably it wasn't him.

But as soon as I came out of the street to adjacent road to my apartment(still a long way to march)….

A BLACK BIKE strikingly stops besides making me dead freeze…I look around to see him over my shoulder…

He takes off his helmet and smiled…smirking and said….”Ahhh….beloved wife needs a ride...! “

I mean…never mind my vow…I really needed the ride as rain already started...hmmm...

My message is this: People of the world…don’t ever make a vow of not talking to a person whom you may need a lift!

[hillwalker]

I always look forward to these posts of yours because they are so amusing, yet with a touch of 'is she kidding this time or not?' that keeps the reader guessing right up to the final full-stop.

And that line,

Yeah I know….I'm good at inventing worst case scenarios because I frequently am living in one.

is very witty and self-deprecating. A gem of a line.

I hate to nit-pick about little grammatical slip-ups cropping up here and there - perhaps because English is your second language, and because sometimes I can sense one part may have been written more quickly than others.
But that long second sentence
after 'C: I sigh' is a bit muddled and repetitive:

.....I was walking home after a long walk with all the things in my both hands trying to reach home as soon as possible when I saw the Black bike.

Perhaps '....after a long walk, I was on my home trying to reach there as quickly as possible, both hands full of shopping, when I saw the Black bike.' reads better?

And the opening phrase sticks out -
'today's evening' is not a common expression (although I somehow wish it was because it sounds so magical). One would normally use 'this evening'.....

But, if you forgive me for finding fault I forgive you for tricking us so completely yet again.

Thanks, H

[Thinking]

hillwalker....a quick note to tell you that how much I am glad to have you commenting me with your suggestions...

I came here with reason only to have your comments with the points I need improvements.

I dont think that being weak in English can spare me...if I really want to write in English.

And that's why I am trying hard to find the good way to nehance my skills.

With help of you all...I am sure I will....thanks again.

[Pensive]

Really witty!

[dafydd manton]

Oh, if only those of us who had been there would actually own up to it....... Brilliant (and that ain't a word I use often!)