I grew up in a nice smallish area where everybody knows your name (not THAT place), your parents, and everybody knows everyone else. I then moved to the largest town in my state, and all was still nice and pleasant – kinda like those b-grade poof movies where everything is nicely solved, no one is hurt, and “the end” is framed in roses. Well……I thought this town was still like that, and then reality came up and bitch-slapped me right between the nads……..
My bike got stolen.
I know….it’s hardly life-threatening, but STILL. I mean come on. How petty is that? Right off my front porch no less! I thought the bright lights of the parking lot by us and the motion sensors would scare them off, but perhaps these were “local area vets” and didn’t care. I still sucked, and knowing how expensive gas is these days, it took away my cheap transportation.
All was not lost however!
I got a nice gift card…..for FIFTY BUCKS from my work for doing some overtime (I’m such an OT slut), so on payday, I took that, and a bit of extra change, and got a rather nice brand NEW one! So now I have my cheap transportation again, I’m a bit more wary of where I leave it, and can save a bit on gas again. I guess even in smaller towns/cities, you have to lock every freaking thing up under heavy-duty lock and key, otherwise it’ll disappear in the twinkling of an eye while you’re sleeping.
So at least there was a happy ending this time.