quick run out to home and back to grab work clothes. Got caught in midday thunderstorm on the way out. Stopped off at an old sandwich shop from two jobs ago that still has the best cuban sandwiches in the city.

Note to jackass teenage drivers -- I imagine that honking your horn to startle cyclists as you pass them must make you feel terribly cool and badass. Just, you know, don't do it ten feet before you get to a red light. Because that makes you kind of lame.

Have fun explaining the spit covering the left turn mirror on your mom's Volvo.