Overheard at the bike shop:
“What’d he call me?”
“Vanilla.”
“Why’d he call me Vanilla?”
“I dunno. Some kind of put down I guess. Trying to say you’re bland or something.”
“How’d he know vanilla was my favorite flavor?”
“Vanilla is your favorite flavor?”
“Are you kidding. Vanilla might just be the greatest flavor of all time.”
And so it goes.
Fuckin A. Call me a pussy? I take that as nothing but a complement.