Porsche

[Scene: the back of Darling Harbour where they are building a new concrete cathedral of commerce]

Me, fluffing along on my single speed pushie, happily holding up a line of cars.

Normally I oomph along here so as not to be annoying but this morning I couldn’t be bothered.

At the next lights a Porsche, one of the cars I was holding up, pulls up next to me.

The window winds down and I hear this pearler:

“Aren’t you a bit old to be a cycling hipster?”

I contemplated “And you haven’t even seen my haircut yet”, but instead went with:

“Aren’t you a bit fat to get into a Porsche?”

I think we communed a mutual chuckle and motivated onwards, me left and up the tram tracks and he, straight ahead for his next assignment with red LED’s.