I know, can you believe it? Someone stole the bike that I was fixing up at the bike church. It's partially my fault for being a trusting person. I should have made sure it wouldn't happen by bringing my own lock, but I trusted that the spirit of the bike church would make it immune to selfishness. I was wrong. I had my name and the date on it, so there's no mistake. It was stolen. At least I still have good old Bonanza Jellybean, though she's taken to falling over on me and giving me black-and-blues recently. Sigh. I'm gonna go cry now.
7 comments:
NO! At a church, no less. This is sad news. I'm sorry.
BASTARDS. WHERE ARE THEY? LEMME AT EM.
Oh, Poo!
You must have been resurrecting (church joke) the very best bike there, so give yourself some credit.
But. Poo. (What was its name going to be, Cissy Hankshaw?)
I can't believe that! Darn thieves! Maybe they just borrowed it?
It was going to be named Boomer Petway. But alas, no more.
Oh, nuts. I'm so sorry to hear about it.
How awful! Mean people suck.
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