“Sir, do you want to rent a motorbike?”
“No, thank you.”- the autopilot responds! I cross the street, absolutely sure that I did not want it. Not now, not later.
Three seconds go by and a feeble thought pulls me by the sleeve: “You went through hell to get a motorbike in high school. And you enjoyed so much riding it. Why are you so sure?”
“I have to finish the article!”
“But you did not even notice the thing!??” – said the 17-year-old me, discouraged. “It could have been a prize for finishing the damn article! … you boring nerd!”
We left the conversation hanging and we went on to share a veg-burger.