Ten’s a crowd
“What the hell!?” a man calls out.
I can tell right away he’s being facetious. Thankfully. I’m nonetheless a bit mortified.
“We were so impressed, you riding that thing up here,” he continues, “then you fucking knock over my motorcycle.” Everyone is laughing.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” I announce with my helmet still on. “I have whiskey!” I proclaim, having assessed this audience. “Everyone can have a shot!”