Strange Sitings

On the way to work this morning, I saw a girl hunched over her cellphone, obviously being very careful that no one could see or hear her. Ten feet away were two boys, obviously oblivious, talking and gesturing toward the oncoming cars. I'm not sure what you have to talk about at twelve or thirteen that's so crushingly important and secretive that it requires huddling in your own little bit of wet grass despite the fact that no one is paying any attention to you whatsoever, but if I see Eryn doing it, we're going to have a talk. If you're going to scheme, plot and whisper secrets, figure out a way to do it that makes it look like you're up to something else.

On the way home from work, I saw the unicyclist I often see commuting in Eagan. Except it's pitch black out this time of year at 5:30. And it was raining, and icing over on the roads and sidewalks. As a result he was in a raincoat and carrying a flashlight in one hand so he could see where he was going. I think that's a level of dedication I shall never exhibit.