That's rough.
When I was....oh 12 or 13 my bike was stolen. I was over at a friend's house down the street playing spoons, and when I went outside to leave I noticed it was missing. Then when I ran home my parents said they thought they just saw me ride by with my shirt off a minute ago.Quote:
Anyone have any thievery stories they want to share?
I still don't understand how they didn't figure something was up at that point, but whatever.
About a month or so after that a good friend of mine's parents were selling their house, and I just happened to be over there while a couple was looking at it. They started asking me questions about how I like living there, etc.- one of them was "So do you ride your bike to school from here?"
And I said "No, it got stolen."
You should have seen the look on everyone's faces.
