My son's bike was stripped and picked over for all of the great parts. It was actually my husband's bike that my husband let my son use because my son outgrew his bike (am I rambling? I've had some whiskey. I'm aware enough to say I've had some whiskey, but am unsure of if I'm rambling). We picked him up from school on Friday because he had a doctor's appointment, and we forgot to grab his bike. This morning, Derek messaged me and said uh oh, we forgot to pick up Gabriel's bike! and I was like FUCK! and then I went back to sleep until 9:30, and I haven't slept that much in fucking MONTHS. I let Gabriel stay home from school and I worked on his presents (that's for another post that I've already started but has lots more work on it before it can be posted) while he played in his room and stuff.
Derek and I went pokemoning so we could get the bike, and when we arrived, the bike was a sad lump of its former glory, stripped of everything, even the handlebars.
Every Who down in Whoville felt depressed.
Derek is filing the claim right now, and we have to find the receipts for the things that were stolen.
This is the second theft report we've filed since arriving.
THEY EVEN TOOK THE PEDALS.
But they didn't take the rusty ass chain.
I hope that their bike is complete now. Or at least that they're making money for Christmas or something. I told Derek that they probably needed it more than we do, and he said no, that opportunists are everywhere.
I will pretend that someone got to finish their bike and has a way to get around now that they previously didn't. I wouldn't feel bad if that was really the case.
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