Scooter Droppings: Two Vignettes

I. I started my morning with an 8 am yoga class. (I've always wanted to participate in a KU Fit class.) I felt quite Lawrencian as I strapped my purple yoga mat onto my scooter with bungee cords. Although the air was crisp, my eyelids were heavy. About half-way to the Rec Center I noticed the purple color suspiciously missing from my mirrors. In my early morning stupor, I hadn't attached the bugees tightly enough. My yoga mat had fallen off at some point during my scoot. I turned around to retrace my tracks. The mat was in the middle of the street just outside my complex's parking lot. Thankfully it is not a busy street and didn't likely cause any accidents.

II. This afternoon after class and a meeting, I dropped off Andrew at his house. (He rode with me on my scooter. Sweet!) I was on my way home when the thing I have been vaguely fearing for 2 years happened. As I was making a left turn from Kentucky onto 9th, my flip-flop slipped off my foot. This happened of course in the moment when traffic started moving and I was picking my feet up. I couldn't exactly stop to fix it. Embarrassing. It wasn't a big deal, and I just had to go back and get it like the yoga mat.