Karma Catch Up....
I can't catch up. Actually, I'm not doing too bad considering, but there's always that point in one's life when there's more to accomplish than there is time in the day.
Before I go on and on about my three jobs, I have a story to tell:
Three weeks ago I got home late from rehearsal... I was riding my bike. I was tired and lazy and instead of bringing my bike into the hall, down the stairs and locking it up in the garage, I locked it to the fence right in front of our terrace on 2nd Street.
The next morning I woke up, padded around the apartment, had a shower, made some espresso and went to the window. My beautiful orange bike was gone.
So I got really sad. My friends and I built that bike ourselves back in high school at Sherwood Cycles in Ottawa. It's a Marinoni, no stickers, bright orange, really light and it runs like a dream. Plus I'm in the middle of working three jobs, and the bike is vital transportation.
So Daiva lent me her bike as she was going away to Croatia for a couple of weeks.
Fast forward to this last Tuesday. It's lunch time and I'm sitting in the Rose Garden restaraunt on 8th Ave with my friend Lyndee. We were waiting for our lunch (we had to wait longer because they were out of spinach and Lyndee had to change her order).
I see a flash of orange out the door. I stop in mid-sentence and run out the door. After a few minutes of walking up and down the street, I see it. My good old orange bike leaning up against the front of the McDonalds.
So I went and stood in front of it and waited. The front wheel was locked to the frame with a U-lock. I waited a bit more. A greasy dude came out and tried to unlock the bike. I'm not 100% sure, but I'm almost sure that I was staring into the face of the very same person who stole my bike.
I told him to fuck off.
My orange bike has returned to me!
Before I go on and on about my three jobs, I have a story to tell:
Three weeks ago I got home late from rehearsal... I was riding my bike. I was tired and lazy and instead of bringing my bike into the hall, down the stairs and locking it up in the garage, I locked it to the fence right in front of our terrace on 2nd Street.
The next morning I woke up, padded around the apartment, had a shower, made some espresso and went to the window. My beautiful orange bike was gone.
So I got really sad. My friends and I built that bike ourselves back in high school at Sherwood Cycles in Ottawa. It's a Marinoni, no stickers, bright orange, really light and it runs like a dream. Plus I'm in the middle of working three jobs, and the bike is vital transportation.
So Daiva lent me her bike as she was going away to Croatia for a couple of weeks.
Fast forward to this last Tuesday. It's lunch time and I'm sitting in the Rose Garden restaraunt on 8th Ave with my friend Lyndee. We were waiting for our lunch (we had to wait longer because they were out of spinach and Lyndee had to change her order).
I see a flash of orange out the door. I stop in mid-sentence and run out the door. After a few minutes of walking up and down the street, I see it. My good old orange bike leaning up against the front of the McDonalds.
So I went and stood in front of it and waited. The front wheel was locked to the frame with a U-lock. I waited a bit more. A greasy dude came out and tried to unlock the bike. I'm not 100% sure, but I'm almost sure that I was staring into the face of the very same person who stole my bike.
I told him to fuck off.
My orange bike has returned to me!
posted by Oliver at 5:50 PM
2 Comments:
Oliver you're awesome!! I had a similar experience many years back when I moved out on my own. Karma's a cool thing...miss ya, Carole.
Oliver you're awesome!! I had a similar experience many years back when I moved out on my own. Karma's a cool thing...miss ya, Carole.
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