Last night I rode Thunder to the grocery store. (The house rule is: if it’s under 2 miles, ride your bike. And the grocery store is 1.15 miles away, so I ride my bike.) Outside it was gray, gloomy, and oppressively humid. However, all things considered I made it to Central Market in 7 minutes and began to try to figure out how my high-tech bike lock works. Joey bought it for me and it’s too confusing, so I always make him do it for me. But this time…he was not here.
After a short perusal of the situation, I realized that I had forgotten the key to my bike lock at home and, subsequently, couldn’t even get the U-lock part off my bike. But I had my cell phone, so I called Joey, who was changing the oil in our car.
“I forgot the key to my bike lock. Plus I can’t even figure out how it works…can you come save me?”
Of course he could, he was on his way.
So while I waited, I called my grandparents back since they’d called me the night before…but I had been asleep. As the phone rang, I noticed that the black, ominous clouds looked blacker and more ominous. I then recalled that Dallas was under a Tornado Watch and that riding my bike to the store probably wasn’t a good idea.
After relating the events of my bike trip, including the storm, to my grandparents and parents (I was on speakerphone) I’m even more convinced that they are slowly writing me out of their wills. Grandpa thought I was a loser for not riding home to get the bike key…”because you didn’t save any gas this way since Joey had to come bring it to you.”
It’s true.
He also had to lock my bike up while he was there because I couldn’t figure it out. But he left shortly thereafter and took the old oil back to the car store, which was why he was not inconvenienced by bringing me my bike lock key, or so he said.
So I grocery shopped, loaded up my bike, couldn’t get the bike lock to go back on my bike where it’s supposed to so I threw it in one of the bags, and rode home. Just as the thunder began to rumble in the distance and a few rain drops began to fall.
I really need Joey to teach me how my bike lock works.
