I spent today out pedicabbing in the beautiful tourist plucking grounds of the North End. The sun couldn’t decide if it wanted to stay out or not, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to work very hard or not. I ended up doing a lot of sitting around on Hanover street until a coworker, Brett, decided to take a nap in that great new park over the big dig near the union oyster house. He was soon the victim of the 2009 Boston Massacre as Matt Segraves and I assaulted him via a wave of water ballons. Brett lay back, knowing full well that his own soaking may very well foreshadow a stormy tempest slated to roll into the city tonight. Or something.

Also:

One common excuse for not taking a pedicab is saying that you need the exercise of walking. I am sorry, but very few personal trainers would advocate a 10 minute walk once a day as a great cardio workout.

“Pedicab, it’s more than just a punchline!”

Never assume a woman you meet on the street is pregnant, she may just be overweight and strangely proportioned. And also angry.

Taly-Ho!