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The Partner and I went out of town Saturday evening to join friends in a “friendly” game of poker. –Whether or not a game of poker can be friendly when cash money is involved was debated and we’re still unresolved. Alas, I did not win this time but near the end The Partner made his back plus some.
We got home around 1:30-2:00AM and, having been in the car for a short while, I took the dog out back to do his stuff. Looking around at our Outside Stuff (things such as a grill, an outdoor fire pit thing, plant stand, bicycles), I notice the dirt outline on the patio of where The Partner’s bike usually sits. And its sans bike. I look around, thinking perhaps someone moved it, but there’s only the regular stuff and my bike.
“Babe, your bike’s gone.”
“What?”
“I don’t see your bike.”
“What?!”
The Partner went outside to search the yard, thinking a bike by the neighbors might have been his, but found nothing.
“Someone stole my bike.”
The Partner’s bike worked, although it was shitty and most likely needed air in the tires. I took my bike seat off right before winter hit, so that probably made mine less appealing. We bought them maybe four or five years ago at a big box store. Our compact four-door could only fit one at a time, so I had to drive home with one bike, wrangle it out of the car, then drive back to get The Partner and the other bike.
I can’t believe someone stole it. Right out of our backyard even. The past two mornings I’ve gone downstairs and looked to see if anything else has been stolen in the night. It’s Spring Break for the university, so either someone really did steal it, thinking all the students would be gone, or someone thought it would be funny to take our shitty big box bike.
While The Partner feels dejected and we’re both rather pissed our stuff isn’t safe outside right by our back door, we have been planning on buying new bikes for the spring—decent bikes from our local bicycle shop downtown—and this sort of forces us to start planning it out now. Still.
If you could hear The Partner when he says, looking sadly out the back door, “My bike was stolen”, your heart would weep, just a little.
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I felt the same way when the kids tried to break into our house last year. What did they want with *our* stuff, you know? It’s not like we own anything worth taking, really. Plus then I didn’t know how to feel about it. I wasn’t scared and didn’t feel unsafe, but I was definitely disappointed.
ooooooh, that is so shitty. I hate bike thieves. Fucking bastards.
I was curious about the poker. What’s your game? Seems everyone plays hold ‘em nowadays, but that’s hardly what I’d call a real game.
@Lauren: I’d rather have the bike stolen than have some punkass kids try to break into my house. That would piss me off whereas with this bike I’m more ‘Well, we would have given it away next month so they saved us the trouble’.
@bedwetter: I know! The place has gone to shit since you left!
@Sam C: I like five card draw or seven card stud, but these particular friends prefer hold ‘em. House game, house rules.
Someone stole my bike. =(
That makes me sad.
I wanted to go for a bike ride the other day, but couldn’t. Someone stole my bike.
if you must steal,
take what you like,
but please, oh please,
don’t touch my fucking bike