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No, really, thanks. I rode my bike into Davis Sq. on Monday to meet some friends for a bite at the Blue Shirt Cafe and then see Dr. Strangelove at the Somerville Theater. It wasn't until we were leaving the theater and I was thinking of biking home that I realized I had left my helmet under the tables outside of Blue Shirt. We walked across the square to see if there was any chance of me retrieving my helmet. Still under the table? No luck. Asking at the counter if anyone brought it in? Strike two. As I was walking out of Blue Shirt I saw that someone had taken it and put it on top of one of those concrete mini-pillars on the curb beside the tables. My bike helmet had been sitting outside all alone for about two hours and it didn't give up on me and get a ride home with someone else. Like I said, thank you Somerville.
Jerad posted this in Nuttin Much | Comments (0)
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