Beam her up, Scotty.

Moments ago I was walking along Spring Street headed east. Naturally (?), I was walking on the sidewalk, where pedestrians generally should be.

Ahead of me, also on the sidewalk, was a bicycle coming slowly in my direction -- annoying, seeing as the pristine new bicycle path lay mere feet to the right.

It occurred to me to say something. As the bicyle came closer, I could see that the rider was an older, gray-haired woman. At first, she seemed to be talking on a cell phone, but upon closer inspection, this was shown not to be the case. I caught just a bit of the conversation she was having with herself:

... telling them that the diodes implanted in my body are preventing me from proving my innocence ...

I decided not to say anything.