...er for the poetry slam, pro-bike-lanes Gina rode downtown to meet up with you.

"What the hell?" she yells.  "You couldn't even bother to show up on time for the poetry slam--and you know how important that is to me--so I rode uphill to meet you, got soaking wet and now find you hitting on 'Little Debbie'?"

In her rage, Gina starts peeling off her rain gear and exposes her 'Cycling in the City...Exhausts Me' tee-shirt.  Rain had soaked through her coat and Gina was gesticulating that her wetness was a sacrifice she'd made just for you.

"Look," you say, "it's not my fault you bought cheap, knock-off 'Nelly Janzen' rain gear.  And, you've always known I don't care about biking like you do."  You run your fingers through your hair in exasperation and shrug.  Your "I just don't know....." comment trails off and a significant silence lingers in the air. 

Do you.....