Le Sigh

Hey there!

Want to hear a fun story!?

I'm sure you do.....

Once upon a time....this morning...

I went with my new coworker and bought a bicycle. I know, sweet right?! It was on sale and a good price....they didn't have the color I wanted, they had sold out since I saw the bikes on sale 5 days ago...but the other color, ice blue, was nice too. It came with a headlight on it, and a basket and a bell and everything. Apparently Japanese bicycles also have locks built onto them...which I didn't know until now. It was a totally sweet ride.

I hauled it on the train, through elevators, down some escalators, until I finally arrived back at my station, where I had to hurry to work. This was all before work. So, I parked it in a bike lot that I always pass on my way to work. And happy and excited went to school. I had a pretty good day too...

Then it was time to go. I left with my coworker, excited that I'd get to ride my new bike home for the first time, jokingly adding "if it's still where I parked it." Har har har.

I'm sure some of you astute readers have noticed my subtle use of the past tense. This is not an accident, friends. No. The words of a good writer are never accidents. Some of you know where this is going.

Yes. Of course. Welcome to my life. I arrived back at the parking lot to find my bicycle missing. So..to...NOT find it seems more correct. As it turns out the bike lot is for the use of paying customers..which I would know...if I could read Japanese.

So, there you go. My brand new, 11-hour-old bicycle is already missing. It's either been impounded, or it was stolen.

Tomorrow, one of my coworkers is going to call the number on the unreadableJapanese sign and inquire about the whereabouts of my sweet ride. If they don't have it though, I'll just have to report it stolen to the police, (good thing I paid the extra 500 yen to have it registered) and resign myself to bike-less life.

Sighs.