grease monkey

The chain of my trike came off, and because I don't live in a romcom, instead of trying for about five minutes to fix it an then an attractive cyclist/mechanic noticing my plight, helping me fix it while we talked and then became so enamored of me that I was invited to the local pub for a drink for my troubles. Yeah, instead of that I was sitting out in the rain for about forty five minutes, jeans slowly becoming sodden and fingers becoming a little bloody.

But I got the chain back on.

And got a rather dirty face for my troubles.