You say you wish you had a scooter. You say it looks like fun. And
yes, it can be fun, zooming around campus at a grand 4.5 miles per hour,
the wind in my hair, unencumbered by my legs. But after awhile, it
stops being fun.
It stops being fun when a kid who’s texting and walking literally
falls in your lap, nearly tipping your scooter, and doesn’t even have
the decency to...
Saturday, September 8, 2012
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