Everyone should own one of
these. Problem solved.
But this reminds me of another great encounter I had in Philly. One night a couple of years ago, I finish up my ride and I'm getting changed in the lot at the VG Inn. I'm using my cycling kilt, so everything is staying G-rated and all that. There are a few cars in the lot, but not too many people anywhere. But I start to hear this low mumbling, like almost a whisper. At first, I can't make out what's being said (and don't really care), but then I start recognizing some of the words - stuff like "butt-naked" and "droppin' drawers" and I realize that wherever this is coming from, there's a pretty good chance it's about
me. So I start looking around the lot, and about 50 feet away, I notice this guy standing outside his car staring over at me. And once I know where it's coming from, I start to make out more of what he's saying -- he's saying stuff like "Don't you f*ckin' strip down in front of my girl" and "this ain't no f*ckin' lockerroom .." And so I stop and look over at the guy and say, "Are, uh, are you talking to me?" And he just stops for a minute and kind of gives me this really angry look. And then he just goes back to his mumbling. He's got a woman sitting in the car and she's just staring straight ahead looking at the creek. But he just keeps mumbling the same sh*t in a low tone. So I just shake my head and go back to changing. And then I hear, "Don't you ignore me." At which point, I just looked over at him and said, "Look, what's your problem, dude?" And again, he just stops and stares at me. We just stare at each for like 30 seconds but he does absolutely nothing. So finally I just give up, finish changing, jump in the car and drive out of the lot, and as I drive past him, I hear him say, "That's right - you better leave."
Philly is a marvelous, magical place.