No. Not Jeff Bridges. The Dude.
I'm crossing the street heading for the sand. Oh, my. I must stop for the speeding bicyclist. I take a step. Oh, dear. Here comes a truck. He does not stop for the gray-haired women in her flip-flops.
Across the street from me is The Dude. Ambling. In his Hawaiian shirt. He looks at me.
"Did you think I might not make it?" I ask.
"These people need to slooow down," he says. "They neeeeeed to take it easy."
I almost asked him out for a white Russian.
