You asked me if I had a good ride at the Rocket Bakery Friday around noon.
I was in black capris and a black jacket, you wore glasses and had a Ron
Swanson mustache. You were really friendly and I was a douche who couldn't
make a conversation. In my defense I just got off my bike and my mind was
still catching up with my body. Went back to try to redeem myself, but you
must have left. Thanks for being a welcoming face to a new Spokane resident.