This country is full of thieves.
Okay, so I left my bike unlocked. But listen to the whole story. I walk out the door this morning and it’s the one day I don’t jiggle my pants to make sure I hear the reassuring clink of my keys. So now I’m locked out of my apartment, something I have been thinking about, and dreading, for a while since we have no spare keys with anyone.
But it’s all okay because it just so happens that today is the day that Ann gets back. So I bike to the station to take the train to the airport and I realize that I can’t lock my bike becasue I don’t have the keys!
“It’ll be okay.” I tell myself. “I’ll be back in two and a half hours, who is stealing bikes at 9:00am?”
I got back and the bike was gone. Now I know I did a bad thing by not locking it, but honestly, it’s the beginning of the day, the morning commute, what bastard is out there stealing bikes on his way to work?!
In one way you could look at it as the Dutch system simply taking back what’s theirs, since it was their tax money that paid for the bike in the first place. But I really don’t need this aggravation on top of the fact that my car is now ‘kapot’.
What is it with me and modes of transportation…