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Supposed to go to the flea market to look for a used bike.
Found out after waking up that we couldn't leave the house because the maintenance guy was supposed to show between 8am and noon.
At 1:30, still nothing.
Dad called, and turns out they had the wrong phone number.
Finally showed at 2.
Too late to go to the flea market.

Went out to look at bikes.
Dad and I seem to disagree on what to look for/at.
He thinks the only thing I'm good for is color.

"So what are you looking for?"
"Something that works, with good brakes, and that fits me."
"What color do you want?"
*sigh* "Preferably not something pink or purple or teal."
"Well, that limits our options."
"I don't care what color it is. I'm just telling you that if it's a girly color, I'm spray painting it."

*salesman comes over* "can I help you?"
"She wants a bike that's not pink."

*sigh* Nobody listens to me.
Home empty-handed.

*Moor Coin-z!!
While taking this shot, the store manager came over and asked if they were okay. Told him I just thought it was cool. He seemed really relieved and told me to "Rock on".