BANDANA-WEARING BIKE MESSENGER You, with the blue bandana and eyebrow rings. Me, the petite brunette cubicle slave. Why are you never delivering something to my building when I come outside anymore? Where: City Centre Building. You: man. Me: woman.
This was in the print version of the Stranger last week. I'm not just making it up but I do think it’s thinly veiled commentary on the decline of the bike messenger industry as well as the state of the local economy.
Way back when blue bandana (two-four) used to lock-up or at least pretend to lock-up 27 times a day at 1420, cubicle slave was probably outside smoking for four of those times. 24 was running rolls to and from Callison because Callison was working with engineers and general contractors and new construction job sites all over town because people were developing property and building things and buying things and selling things and renting things more back then and they needed more architects and support staff down the line and all the other Fleetfoot clients in that building were cranking out more work too and there were more messengers everywhere transporting more messages via bicycle.
Blue bandana still goes up to Callison but not like he used to. Add Comment
the pony express was in existence for 1.5 years before the telegraph killed it, but without it we wouldn't have 'young guns one and two' and without that we wouldn't have mighty ducks and emilio estevez(sp?) wouldn't have a career. dominoes man, its all in the bones.
Pony express was a failing enterprise that had to have the government help it out. Wheres our bailout? I want to deliver the post by bicycle-probably make more than I do right now..
