About a week ago I was in the library working on my stack of homework for a few hours. Once I had gotten done everything I was going to accomplish that day, I walked outside to hop on my bike and go home. We had something going on that day, and I was supposed to be there at a set time.
I walked over to where I thought I had parked. No bike. I was a little concerned, but I know how my memory has been as of late with all of the cramming I've been doing, so I walked around to the other side of the building. No bike.
It's so nice to know that my bike was stolen in a Christian bubble town... Is it just me, or are we becoming more and more the random targets of wild and crazy events?
Fortunately, I had not been in the library that long. Fortunately, I'm in good enough shape that I can get around without my bike. Fortunately, we live in a small town. Where was the perpetrator going to go in Caronport where I couldn't find them? You can see your dog running away for three days, right?
After about 10 minutes of walking, I found my bike. I had to walk up and look at it more closely to make sure it was mine, since it was with about five other bikes lying down outside of Glen Manor (one of the guys dorms). I wondered if the other bikes were stolen. I wished I could have had someone to chase down almost. I considered leaving a note where the bike was. I thought of waiting around for the person to come outside to expose them. I wondered if maybe I should file a report with the RCMP in town. I didn’t.
What do I do? Lock up my bike in Caronport? What about when I park outside of my own house? One of the guys I know rides an ugly, cheap, pink bike (that was stolen) and now he carries his seat in everywhere he goes.
This reminds me of another thing that recently happened to us. Our garbage can blew into our neighbour’s yard two doors down because a) its windy when there are no trees around and b) the garbage men are teenagers who just toss the cans wherever suits their fancy. We had no idea where the thing had blown to because it was while we were away a few weeks ago and were unable to find it. We had already bought a new one. Anyway, this neighbour went and told another neighbour of ours who told Micah at school (who is 5) to tell us that we’d better come get it or they’ll throw it out. You’d think that they could have just knocked on our open door and tell us where it is if they knew where it came from. Maybe they didn't know where it was from. The wind is pretty strong, after all. And Caronport is a little weird.
Whatever. I have my bike back and we have our garbage can back. As long as the van stays where it is and no-one breaks into our house I’ll be happy.
- Mark
PS: By the way, the same day we got a phone call from Direct Energy in Alberta saying they were going to creditors because we didn't pay a bill we never received and never owed after we cancelled our natural gas through Enmax. Well, the people who bought our house in Calgary didn't enlist with a company for a month and a bit, so the company came after us (when it wasn't our house even). After a polite yet firm conversation on the phone, they promised to drop the bill and they believed us. Someone actually believed us for once!
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