If anybody saw me standing outside my house yesterday, staring at the fence in total disbelief for probably well over 5 minutes, here's why:
My goddam bike was stolen!
Pisses me right off.
They didn't take any of the other bikes (I mean mine was clearly the best one, but still). Just mine. And I love that bike too.
I filed a police rapport. Do I think that'll help me get it back? No. But I felt like I had to do something. And starring at the fence wasn't cutting it. Speaking of which, they didn't cut the fence, which means they must've cut the lock, or picked it. I loved that lock too, godamit!
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