When it comes to pulling a weekend shift at work, talking the boss into a allowing a coffee run is almost mandatory. As the only member of staff with a ‘vehicle’, collection duty fell to me. As you can imagine, it was something of a challenge to balance half a dozen coffees in my basket whilst negotiating speed bumps and crooked south London tarmac. Spillages were kept to a minimum through paper towel plugs in the lids and the gentle avoidance of pot holes. Mine’s the tchai tea latte… Mmmmm.
I am fortunate in that my work has a secure parking area that includes plenty of fences and an array of bicycle parking stands. Given that I start work at 8:30am, I generally get my pick of where to lock up and have a regular spot that I have been using for the last year. This afternoon as I walked by on the way to fetch some lunch I noticed that a fellow cyclist had double parked.
It irked me, but I didn’t have to rush to any afternoon appointments so I let it slide and figured that they would be gone by the time I finished work at 4:30. Surely a person wouldn’t double park for prolonged periods….? Well, I actually worked over and as I’m sure you must have guessed, the unwelcome guest was still there – at 7:30pm!
Now, I should like to think myself a rational human being. And as a rational human being, I can say with some certainty that locking your bike over another person’s bike in a building where people generally leave at 5pm is utterly illogical and more than a tad disrespectful. Add to this the fact that this was clearly an employee (no one else would have been able to get in), and that there is no shortage of alternative lock spots, well colour me unimpressed. I couldn’t quite believe it. And it’s a nice bike, too, not the scruffy bone-shaker that you’d expect to belong to someone with no manners.
I decided to leave a strongly worded note…. And then thought better of it. This is my place of work, after all. It could belong to one of the bigwigs and that would do me no favours. So the truly was a half hearted (light hearted?) scribble sellotaped to the unwelcome guest’s saddle. I resented having to cough up on my Oyster card to get home on the bus, and wanted them to know it, then felt the panic of being too snippy and added the bottom line of text in a rush.
Tomorrow we shall see if the inconsiderate has felt the burn of remorse. Hopefully they will at least have MOVED THEIR EFFING BIKE. Geez.
Many have attempted it, but someone has finally succeeded in pinching my Knog Frog front light. It has been cable tied onto my front basket for over a year and it’s always obvious when someone has tried to grab it. Well, thief, the joke’s on you because that light hasn’t worked in a very long time…. Enjoy.
I was on my way home when I spotted a skip that had appeared recently was overflowing with unwanted goodies. As we all know skips can often be treasure troves for those with little dignity, so I jumped off my bicycle and after despairing that the armchair I saw on the way to work was already gone, I found in its stead a little distressed white table which would be perfect in my bedroom. I’d been on the market for a bedside table and with its little gold rolling feet and chipped paintwork, I had struck gold! The difficulty of course, was getting it home, so I moved my handbag into the front basket and wove my scarf and a ribbon through the legs and around my read basket…. then cycled very carefully the rest of the way!