So after my appointments today over in West Philly, I'm pretty tired and hungry and want to head home. I arrive at where I locked up my bike only to find
this:
ROFLBROTHEL!
Some dude chained his bike to my brake line! How thoughtful. So I go to get coffee and wait around for about an hour to see if any one comes to unlock it. No one does. At this point I'm frrrrrruuuuustrated, so I decide to leave a friendly note and head home. The note reads:
So anyway, I decide to take the subway home, it's only two dollars so whatev. Oh wait, SEPTA went on strike and all of Philadelphia is stranded/riding bikes/carpooling. Oh Philly, you slay me!
Instead, I take a taxi home, deciding to support my fellow Arabs. While on the way home, I see a man being lifted into a stretched. I believe he was hit by a car. CUTE!
As I trudge my way to my apartment, I see a smashed pomegranate on the sidewalk. I feel like it's a metaphor for my BRAIN.
Fin.
ROFLBROTHEL!
Some dude chained his bike to my brake line! How thoughtful. So I go to get coffee and wait around for about an hour to see if any one comes to unlock it. No one does. At this point I'm frrrrrruuuuustrated, so I decide to leave a friendly note and head home. The note reads:
Hi!
You seem to have chained your bike to my brake line. When you set it free, can you please call or text me?
Thanks,
KC xxx-xxx-xxxx
So anyway, I decide to take the subway home, it's only two dollars so whatev. Oh wait, SEPTA went on strike and all of Philadelphia is stranded/riding bikes/carpooling. Oh Philly, you slay me!
Instead, I take a taxi home, deciding to support my fellow Arabs. While on the way home, I see a man being lifted into a stretched. I believe he was hit by a car. CUTE!
As I trudge my way to my apartment, I see a smashed pomegranate on the sidewalk. I feel like it's a metaphor for my BRAIN.
Fin.
