Of bike rides and Santa Claus

So today, I got a ride to office. Except my office is on the other side of town. And the ride was a bike. A rather sexy bike I must say. But as I realized today, maybe my ass isn’t really meant for long bike rides. Yet.

Anyway, I did come all prepared for the ride. So what I looked like was this:

Hey, the hair is crazy enough
without the wind on the bike!

Except with formals on.

So it was like Consultant goes to Goa. Except instead of Goa, it was Grant Road. Oh well.

Well, as a thank you for the ride, I tried my best to ignore the sun and keep the conversation flowing.

Me: Who was Santa Cruz you think?

KB: I dunno, Santa Claus’s brother?

Me: And they both had the same first name instead of surnames? That makes no logical sense.

KB: Hmm.

Me: Maybe! He’s Penelope Cruz’s dad?

KB: Hmm.

Me: Or maybe, Santa Cruz is what happens when a horny Santa slides down Penelope Cruz’s chimney to deliver his gifts. Getit? Getit??

KB: No.

Me: Uff.

KB: Sorry, I’m just not as smart as you.

Me: It’s ok, I understand.

Sigh.

P.S. I’m not sure I’ll be getting offered that ride any time soon again. Maybe my intelligence was just too overpowering.

P.P.S. I’m learning to laugh at my pics. So please bear with me.