"Can you believe I found the perfect bike for us, Amy?!" I exclaimed as I showed her the picture. "When are you going to see it?" I looked at her oddly, "I'm seeing it right now." She walked into another room as she called back to me. "You're going to have to see it in person first, before you buy it, Angelo." I noted where the bike was being sold from before replying: North Carolina. "It's in North Carolina?!" She stepped back into the room, "A quick flight to North Carolina shouldn't be too bad, should it?"
As I've gotten older, my love for traveling on airplanes has faded. In fact, I have no love for it: no interest in it; no happiness in doing it; no longing to do it; no wanting to do it; no nothing! I just don't like flying anymore!
I solemnly looked back at the computer screen. I stared at the bike as it whispered to me, "Che Cosa dobiammo fare, Angelo?" I silently replied, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Moto Guzzi." For the record, we were drinking questionable wine when all of this was happening. I was definitely consuming something cheap because I could have swore its headlight flickered as if winking at me!
"Can we afford it?" I asked Amy while still staring at the bike. She was coy in her response. "I think we can more afford losing the price of an airline ticket than ponying up the cash for your new crush." I looked at her with surprise, "It's just a bike." She responded, "And it's just a flight: so book it." She sipped her glass of wine, then looked at me. "Has this wine soured?"
I quickly nodded my head in full agreement.
As I've gotten older, my love for traveling on airplanes has faded. In fact, I have no love for it: no interest in it; no happiness in doing it; no longing to do it; no wanting to do it; no nothing! I just don't like flying anymore!
I solemnly looked back at the computer screen. I stared at the bike as it whispered to me, "Che Cosa dobiammo fare, Angelo?" I silently replied, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Moto Guzzi." For the record, we were drinking questionable wine when all of this was happening. I was definitely consuming something cheap because I could have swore its headlight flickered as if winking at me!
"Can we afford it?" I asked Amy while still staring at the bike. She was coy in her response. "I think we can more afford losing the price of an airline ticket than ponying up the cash for your new crush." I looked at her with surprise, "It's just a bike." She responded, "And it's just a flight: so book it." She sipped her glass of wine, then looked at me. "Has this wine soured?"
I quickly nodded my head in full agreement.
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