On an afternoon where Bruce had decided he was going to rescue me from the fate of riding up the hill for the third day in a row I had unlocked my bike and was waiting outside the bike lockup with it. The guy that owned the precious bike and I finally met and had a bitch about the badly designed bike lockup etc etc. I said I wasn't really fussed if he wanted to keep doing that as long as neither of us cared much about scratches or whatever. Whatever. It wasn't unpleasant. It was actually sort of funny.
Either way, the next time I locked my bike up was when I got paid and had the payday party.. and I forgot to pick up the bike after that. Friday I also had some reason not to ride home. But then I was sick for a week.. so the bike has stayed in the lockup for a week and a half without moving. But this time I had locked it to a different spot, attempting to see if I could make a different way work for me.
And now on to the point: I got back to my bike this evening to find a cute note in my helmet. The guy who had parked his bike on top of mine had decided to apologise for his appallingly childish behaviour (his words!) and to hereby welcome me to the bike lockup. It was kind of cute, but a lot of effort to go to in order to appease a guilty conscience.
Methinks it's because I'm a girl. :P
Posted at 2:23 PM #
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