She bragged about how much of a burden it was to lock up her bike.
"If someone takes the bike, it’s just going to return to the abyss it came from."
A few minutes later we noticed her bike was not where it had been. A man dragging an unidentifiable piece of metal along the bike path hollered at us.
"Hey bro, someone just tried to steal that bike. So I yelled ‘don’t take things that don’t belong to you.’"
"Thanks, I really appreciate that."
"No problem—-hey do you have any scrap metal?"1 day ago • 0 notes