Today, I shamelessly took advantage of the assumption that all women are helpless. The only time I lifted a finger while some nice men put my bike together was to hand them my pocket knife. It was great…until they started explaining every feature of the bike to me, including how to use the brakes. I guess I played the damsel a little too well.
To win my dignity back, I raced an 8-year-old boy on the way home — and won. Dignified indeed.
By the way, please note the Peace Corps issue Pikachu bike pouch.