My damn bike was stolen last night. Right out of the basement in my apartment building. I went downstairs this morning, thinking I'd take a nice leisurely bike ride up to Coventry to buy these coasters I want at City Buddha. BUT NO! There at the bike rack was my lock, still intact, still locked--minus the bike. I feel like the biggest idiot on
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I choose to focus on the touching part of the story rather than the suck part, but sadly I'm seeing a lot of suck these days. The same week my a/c was stolen I had friends in different cities who lost a laptop, an ipod, and a car window respectively. And apart from my a/c I've had a weed eater and a pressure washer stolen, all separate incidents. Every time I think I've taken measures to stop the theft they find a way around. And I live in a pretty tame neighborhood.
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I live in a really tame neighborhood too--Cleveland HEIGHTS--It's a lot like Mountain Brook and supposedly one of the safest neighborhoods in the county...but then again, about three miles down the hill is East "Get shanked in the throat walking to the grocery store" Cleveland. We're talking Bone Thugs 'n' Harmony territory here.
But I've been doing some detectiving--driven by vindictiveness--and I'm seeing WAY too many coincidences in the situation. I might have to get all Harriet the Spy on this shit.
And wouldn't you know that my bike was stolen on National Forgiveness Day? That's what the NPR special said yesterday. What are the friggin odds?
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