So I rode my bike to the train station wednesday, and so I rode it home from the train station on thursday, and each time I pushed down on the pedal with my right foot, the hem of my beige linen trousers grazed the chain and picked up a few more molecules of bike chain grease. Chagrin. When I showed it to Robert, he said "Turpentine. I think we have some around here somewhere..." and I said no. I'll use my trusty Spray N Wash Stain Stick, thankyouverymuch. He gave me the Skeptical Look and refrained from further comment. Well, I washed the trous today, and there is not a trace of icky black grease on them. Ha ha HA!
Isn't it neat when something works out the way you want it to on the first try?
rope. tree. fan. spear. snake. wall.
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