Cycling in the South Bay

“How are you?”

“I’m okay.”

“Still listless?”

“Yes. My list seems to have deserted me.”

“How listless are you on a scale of 1 to 10?”

“If 1 means having a lot of list, I’m a 9.”

“Maybe those articles I sent will perk you up.”

“The one on trophic levels and food economy of Middle Paleolithic hominids?”

“I was thinking more of the one on maternal inheritance of mitochondrial DNA and its effect on epigenetics.”

“I only got a few pages into the Middle Paleolithic one. It didn’t really restore my list.”

“Then I guess the mDNA one won’t, either. How are your sores? Are they oozing?”

“No but they itch a lot.”

“Mine too. They’ve spread all over my arms and legs.”

“Ouch.”

“You know those pants I was wearing?”

“Yes.”

“A lady came up to me and said, ‘Excuse me, but do you know you have rents and holes in your leggings all over your backside?’ I told her I didn’t.”

“At least it wasn’t the pair with the giant hole on your butt. I like that one.”

“Me, too, it’s the most comfortable one I have but I don’t wear it to work anymore.”

“Bend the wrong way in those and it would be a public viewing.”

“That’s why when I wear them I tie a shirt around my waist.”

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