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Thursday, March 29, 2007

Yet Another Bicycle Story

I have a flatmate named Harry. He also has a bicycle. Here´s what happened to him one morning:

Harry was riding around town, doing some errands. While inside one shop, he left his bicycle outside against the wall. When he came out, the bicycle was gone. He looked around and spotted it lying in the middle of the road up the street. Next to the bicycle a Nicaraguan girl was lying on the ground, crying.

Harry went up the girl and asked her what was wrong. She didn´t answer him. So he walked across the street and asked some people sitting on the curb.

Harry: What happened here?
The people: That girl was drunk and trying to riding the bicycle but she fell off and started crying.
Harry: Yes, but that´s my bicycle.
The people: Ohhhh.

Turns out a drunk girl tried to steal his bicycle but lost her balance and fell off so she lay there crying in the middle of the road instead!

Perplexed, Harry picked up his bicycle and went on his way.

2 Comments:

  • At 8:31 PM, Blogger Janine said…

    Yeah, but the kicker is that the bicycle is NOT Harry's. It was actually my bicycle, that Lenin was using. So the bicycle that Harry routinely steals, was almost stolen from him.

     
  • At 3:52 PM, Blogger Hayden said…

    I´ve conferred with Harry on this matter. Here´s what he says:

    ¨Stolen / borrowed sounds so harsh! I had permission to borrow that bicycle, but yes i did borrow it from Lenin, and it was Janine`s bicycle before. I remember I told you this at the time but you said it wouldn`t sound as good.¨

     

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