It's like learning how to ride a...unicycle?

Day off.

Walked to the park to read and find someone to play chess with. I knew I'd never ask anyone to play chess, so I set the board up and waited and as I waited, I read.

I heard her before she hit the lamp post. The sound of leaves and twigs breaking beneath a tire. When I looked up, a woman with a long braid and red circles painted on either cheek, rode her unicycle into a lamp post. I watched as she brushed her pants off and picked up her unicycle. I wanted to ask if she was alright, but I didn't because I was afraid I was too far away for her to hear, and then I'd just be speaking to the air, like some loon. She looked around and when she caught my eye, smiled. I smiled back.

She supported herself on the lamp post and sat back on the unicycle. But, she couldn't stay on. She kept falling off. She'd get back on successfully, pedal spastically, and then hop back off in frustration. The unicycle would hurl itself forward and then fall to the ground. This must have happened at least a dozen times before she picked up the unicycle and walked away.

How'd she get on the unicycle in the first place? And how'd she forget? I guess the adage: "It's like riding a bike..." doesn't apply to unicycles. Ha!

Then fat bees started flying around me, so I packed up the chess board and headed home. That's when I saw the unicycle on the ground. I looked for the girl with the long braid and the red circles painted on her cheeks. I bent down said, "Where did she go?" to the unicycle. "Hello?" I said.

The unicycle is in my kitchen. I've posted this add on Craigslist, under missed connections:

Saw you riding your "unicycle" in the park today. You crashed into the lamp post, ouch. Sorry I didn't ask how you were. I am shy. I found your unicycle on my walk home. If you want it, let me know. I will give you some butter! LOL.

Well...what do you think? I didn't want to sound creepy. I think I was sucessful, right?