Shortly after a tense confrontation with a friend, I made my walk toward the Loyola Red Line stop to await for my ride. "I'll be there in six minutes," he had told me, so I took a seat right outside the train station and reflected back on the encounter with my friend.
Deep in thought and utterly distracted, I looked up and attempted to find something that would take my mind off things. An interesting character of the hipster trend soon walked out with his peculiar wooden bicycle. He was either an employee or the owner of a wood shop - an ad for one in particular was placed on the side of a wooden container behind him, atop of the bicycle's seat. And the bicycle itself was crafted almost primarily in wood, with metal components to hold the necessity wooden parts together. An innovative machine, the Woodman's choice of transportation had caught my eye, and I was finally intrigued by a hipster and not coated with annoyance and malicious thoughts. A full beard tied at the tip, buttoned-up patterned shirt tucked in underneath tight blue pants, and noticeable boots echoing the cliché hipster fad. My encounter was short-lived, but I was glad nonetheless to have witnessed this man.
I named him the Woodman for obvious reasons.
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