I Was Robbed!

And apparently I didn't know about it for a while.

I have a foot bike, the mountain type. Or had, I should say. Last Saturday, I thought I'd go for a ride so went to the parking slot to get the bike which wasn't there. But I wasn't surprised, because there are a few other Sri Lankans here with me and one of them might have burrowed it without telling me. That's what we islanders do right? I made a mental note to ask the guys if they took it, but promptly forgot. That's me.

So, last night, another friend who's here with me called me and asked what's my bike's brand because he wanted to buy a new one. And since I didn't know what the brand was (yes, that's me again) he asked me to go out and check it. I said it's not at my place, so we called one of the other guys.

Hey, you got my bike?

Your bike?

Yes my bike.

I thought you must have given it to someone else already or something... Because I parked my bike in your slot the other day and yours wasn't there. Actually I was going to ask you about it, but forgot.

Ah, you mean last weekend?

Mmm.... not exactly. More like a couple of months ago, I think.

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Oh well...

Actually, I didn't even see my bike for a few months. Ever since the winter started I just abandoned it. Honestly who rides a bike in the goddamn winter? But apparently someone does.

Bummer.