"I can tell you're very active."
His hand brushes against mine as I'm torquing down the handlebars on the bike balancing between us.
"Your veins are just so large I want to stick an IV in them."
I look up from the bike.
"I'm a nurse."
I don't find this to be an acceptable excuse. Nor do I really believe this guy has a nursing background.
This is the creepiest thing that has happened to me at Ragbrai. So far.
Considering this was in a parking lot during Ribfest shortly before the Barenaked Ladies took stage, I think I got off easy.
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maybe...but how were the ribs?
Gross. Wash your hands. -- m
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