The first time Chloe saw Scooter Lady, she was heading West towards her on Broome Street, speeding down the sidewalk in spandex pants and cheap flipflops. Behind round sunglasses, the Scooter Lady, appearing to be in her early 50's, seemed to be in a hurry with a mission to accomplish, judging from her intent stare and refusal to move out of the way; even if it meant running Chloe down under her two little orange wheels.
The second time she saw Scooter Lady was the very next day. She sped past her once again on Houston Street with the same clothing, the same urgency, and the same sense of purpose. For a moment, Chloe envied Scooter Lady for perhaps having a life characterized by exciting, back-to-back secret meetings and parties to which she was always late and at which other Scooter people gathered to talk about their Scooter lives. It would be nice if she could find a group of people like that, except not people who liked Scooters, thought Chloe, like that bumble bee girl in that Blind Melon video.
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