When I was in college, I worked an early morning custodial job.
Every morning, I’d wake up at 3:30 AM, get ready, head to the school, park in the Y lot (where students were allowed to park) and make my way across campus to the bookstore, where I cleaned toilets and mopped floors and replaced lights and was thrown in the dumpster by my coworkers. (They did it because they loved me.)
Not to brag or anything, but I’m still really good at cleaning toilets.
Anyway.
One morning, I was trekking across the long and lonely parking lots.
When the weirdest thing happened.
This is me, minding my own business:
And then…
GUYS ON BIKES.
Except they weren’t on regular bikes, they were riding little kid bikes. Like, green and pink and red ones. What??
Silently, they rode past, saying nothing. They looked at me, I looked at them.
As silently as a dream, they moved on.
And so did I.
3 hours later…
What had I just seen????????
Fast forward to years later. I’d never told anyone about this weird incident, because it was…weird. In fact, I’d been so sleepy, I half-wondered if it was a dream. But last week I was talking to a couple of friends…
Both of these girls go to BYU, and we were talking about flash mobs. So I told them the story.
ME: …It was, like, 4 in the morning and whole bunch of guys on bikes came riding past…
TRISH: Wait…were they riding kiddie bikes???
ME:
ME:
ME: …What?
TRISH: Because our friend was walking to her early morning custodial job, and she saw that exact same thing in that same parking lot!!!
Keep in mind, this is years after I saw them. YEARS.
WHO ARE THESE MYSTERIOUS BIKE RIDERS????
Who indeed…..
*cue twilight zone music*
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