random dialogs presents: unexpected 3am small talk in hackney downs

I am riding across the park sitting upright, arms folded, eyes half-shut
 grinning like a village idiot. two ladies ride past, one says: good evening.
it takes me a split second to process the phrase, then another for my brain functions to freeze and lose control over my body. while trying to regain it I verbalise what I'm feeling as best - and loud - I can: pfeh!
by which I mean: yes indeed, great evening! awesome you should mention, or something along these lines. I hope the ladies got it.

on repeat: Fatima 'Black Dough' (prod. Flako)