In the nineties in cities like New York and San Francisco, you would see
and sometimes get a run over by girls and boys on bikes with bags on
their backs. It was the time of the bike messenger. Bike messengers were
easy to spot two they would be considered a private service that would work for
companies delivering important items from place to place. Wayne dropped out of SF state
to make ends meet. In his hometown of San Francisco. He was sharing
a two bedroom apartment with five other messengers in the Tendeline District. His girlfriend,
Sasha, worked at our bard at Theater District. She was going to
UCSF and studying education. Hey, Sasha, there's my biker and not the
kind I like. Ah, Well, can I get a bottle of water?
I guess from how hard your sweating business is? Good? You know
we've only got two weeks of amazing weather in San Francisco in September. She
hands them a bottle of water. Thanks. You're making like five fifty an
hour and you work your ass off. Well, it keeps me in hip.
You live with five other guys in a two bedroom place. I can't
even come over. Well, you have a roommate in a one bedroom.
Yes, but I have the bedroom and I pay for it, like pay
for it. Well, it's like having my own business. I set the
hours and I'm outside all day. I have no boss. I'm sure that's
wonderful, honey, but you need to make more money. I am thinking
of upping my frances at least, or even getting an upscale client to pay
me more and maybe make me an exclusive. You haven't add in the back
of magazines and newspapers. No no, no, no no no no no
no no no no no hello our bar. Sure hold on, Wayne,
will continue this later. I have to check on something for the boss.
Thanks for the water. Don't you want to to live together and build a
future together, Wayne looks at her. Just think about it. I love
you, love you too. She walks off. Wayne goes outside and it
is unlocking his bike when he stops. She just doesn't get it. I
like this job. I don't think I can get an office job like these
corporate drones. I just need that one client back inside. You're welcome.
Bye. Sasha hangs up the phone and she sees her man outside getting on
his bike. Wayne. I do love you. It's not enough money for
the long run plus, you can get hurt out there. I don't want
you to get hurt. Wayne is riding through the Embarca Darrow when he gets
a page. Wayne pulls over to a pay phone. Wayne calling in.
I got a message, an answer from my ad perfect. It's super secretive.
Okay, they'll pay what to be discreeted. Give me the address,
got it? Thanks, Okay, mister hair, I'll be right over.
Little did Wayne the Messenger No, he was about to get the job of
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