As subtle as a flying brick.

Wow, and it’s not over yet..

Wow. This Should be posted -everywhere-.
So, my day yesterday was wicked awesome, as well as just plain evilly wicked. I got to have a cool anniversary with my wench, and got her flowers, and etc, and got to make her smile when she was down. Got accepted into a swanky new high class pad. Almost acceptable digs even for the PaulFirlotte.com type of guy.
But, then after getting back to work feeling all good from the bike ride, and making my girl happy. I lock my bike up securely, and goto work, not 5 minutes after I sit down at my desk, one of my co-workers comes to tell me that somebody’s bike was stolen downstairs, and that it was supposedly the nice shiny red one. (mine of course).
Some good Samaritan chased him down for a good ways, but the guy who cut my lock , obviously was faster, he was on my bike, the other guy was on foot. I never found out who the guy was, just ‘some guy’. Cool guy at least.
Called the cops, they basically laughed in my face and wished me luck. Got to love law enforcement. Get a nice expensive item stolen, and they don’t care. But, be a prostitute selling something that’s legal to give away, and they’re all over you like.. Well.. Like a cop on a doughnut.
got to love lazy people.
But, being who I am, I think on the positive side. This means new gear for me, and a lot of sympathy from the wench 😉

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