The other week my one friend with the cat was in the kitchen before going to bed, when she looked out in the back courtyard of her huge apartment building and noticed some guy loitering by the dumpster and looking around, perhaps at all the bikes locked up on all the back porches everywhere, so she turned off the lights to watch him... And after a minute, he went up the stairwell right outside her back door.
She didn't know what to do, in case he was a neighbor she hadn't met, and she didn't want to call the police over nothing, but neither did she want to open her door and take her bike outside, in case he was upstairs waiting and was armed and dangerous.
So, she went to bed, and in the morning she had forgotten all about it and was in a rush to go to work, but when she got back at night, she looked out, and saw that he had busted up the wood post on her porch to which her $900 European racing bike was locked, and he had hauled off the bike lock and all to be able to get the Kryptonite lock off at a more leisurely pace.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
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