Things on the bike: A gym bag full of wet clothes and two slices of pizza (yes despite my garden full of vegetables–click here–I had pizza for dinner…I swam an extra 15 laps to earn it).
A brief comment, or comment on a brief conversation: The pizzeria is at an intersection and as I exited the parking lot I had to stop for a stop light. There’s a bus stop with a bench at it at this intersection, and there were a man and woman sitting on the bench drinking 40s out of paper bags. This was my brief conversation.
She: Are you the new [pizza] delivery guy?
Me: Nope, just delivering my dinner to my house.
She: Well you should be, ’cause you could strap a lot of stuff on that big bike with all those bungee cords.
Me: Yes I can.
She: You could probably strap me to that big bike and take me home.
Me: Umm…I gotta go (just then the light changed).
Urban Simplicty 
Yeah, that definitely makes for an awkward departure.