Yep. You read it right. You read it JUST right. I spent all that time busy working my butt off to get the bike out of the shop, and with your help, it was effortless and easy. I slipped over, happily paid, brought the bike home, took a dorky pic of me smiling next to it…..Woke up this morning to go to Publix…..and it was gone. Just gone. Stolen from my front door. The cable lock cut, the bike taken off in the sneaky middle of the night. This is where I think highly of the death penalty. Now, the fact that my bike was stolen is enough to make me beyond angry, but the fact that they came so close to my front door, to my little home, to my safety. THAT pisses me off more than anything. So, what do I do now? Ha! Man, oh man. Things like this happen, don’t they? I’m accustomed to loss. It’s aggravating, but what do you do? Piss, smash things, curse skyward, watch your head compress with pressure and anger?…..No, you admit the loss, accept it….and move on. So, I’m in the market for a new second hand bike. I’m scanning craigslist and will keep my eyes on garage sales in the neighborhood. (Deep breath, let it out, all will work itself out)…..oh, the irony, I tell you. I got my bike back….and some thug thought he needed it more than me. (Sending thug hopes of karmic justice). Just thought I’d let you know how things turned out with my bike.
(More deep breaths). Ahhhhh…..anger accomplishes nothing.
(Damn bike thief!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
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