From a distance,

I got a little excited about who the blonde could be, crouched in front of her building, probably smoking.

But as I got closer, it appeared she was confined to a mechanical assistance of some sort, like a female Stephen Hawking with a bit more muscle tone.

No. It was a scooter.

Unattended.

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