The Art of French Pastry

but not so fast that I didn’t
spot a beautiful girl
walking along on my right.
I looked at the girl and she
looked at me ... and the
next thing I knew I was
lying on the pavement. I’d
crashed into the car in
front of me and gone flying
over the handlebars, and
now the angry driver of the
car was yelling at me and
asking me where I worked.