Kirikou refuses to pose with La Trotinette
(Sarah: You . . . scoot places? Cari: All the 8 year olds on my block are jealous. Sarah: ::nodding silently, seriously::)
But it's not all glamour and scooters. There's also the short showers that remind you of the quarter-operated camp showers at Sequoia, the complete absence of paper towels at the grocery store (and with that the inevitable dilemma of whether you really want reuse a dishtowel after having wiped up cat vomit with it, even if you bleach it), and the lack of air conditioning that makes everyone look like Ashley Judd in A Time to Kill.
Nonetheless, it's a good green, giving you the good clean feeling you get when you bring your own reusable bags to the grocery store, as opposed to the medium-good feeling you get when you drink your Starbucks from a recycled-paper cup, and then throw it away. Not to mention that exhilarating-good feeling you get when zooming downhill on your scooter at, say, 20 miles an hour.
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