Okay. As of today, it's official: if you wear these clown-shoes into a bookstore for any reason other than to pick up you latte, or to hit the john before you get right back on your bike, you are probably a bad person.
Why is it that every middle-aged character in age-inappropriate athletic gear and bicycle-tap-shoes seems to be perfectly comfortable scuffing tiptoe across the sales-floor, talking loudly into a "bluetooth" about either highly personal matters, or as one gent did today, the coming "economic and environmental Apocalypse," for what feels like hours at a time --
-- without so much as looking at a book?!
It's a lovely day for your bike-ride. Please get back to it.