How Far Would You Go For the Sake of a Joke?
Thea van Diepen
An hour left to the airport found me returning from the bathroom, only to find a rental car parked between me and my bike. The driver leaned against the side of the car, cup of coffee in hand. He waved. “Quit following me.” I threw the sentence behind me as I walked past. “I’m not following you. Just going home.” “Then take. A different. Route.” Back atop my bike, I leaned forward, ready to start it. “Oh, sure, I’ll just
