W.T.F?
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 10:52 pm
Found something a bit odd when I got back to my bike this evening.
I did my usual paranoid preamble of checking her over while she reaches temperature.
Nothing amiss, nothing usually is.
Tonight I paid particular attention to all the extremeties though, because a local band was playing the local club/sports bar next to where I work, so I expected rowdy drunken 16 year olds.
Nothing out of order.
So I went back round to the left of the bike, started to put my helmet on, and as I bent down to pick it up, I noticed someone had spat on my saddle.
W.T.F?
I expected damage or her to have been moved back but not a lot else because she had the steering lock on.
But phlegm on my saddle?
I mean, it wasn't exactly subtle either, so if I was supposed to sit on it, why would they not expect me to see it?
Of course this forced me to wipe it off with something, but I didn't particularly want it on any of my garments.
I settled for the front of my neck comfy, which I was going to wash tonight anyway.
But really, what kind of fucking little demented muchkin loving, self-pleasuring, man-butt fingering, babboon-lusting, brickshitting layabout retard spits on someone's fucking saddle?
It's just retarded.
What were they trying to do?
Show me they don't like me?
Show me they're willing to spit on my property?
Right.
Thanks for that, fuckwits.
Someone dictate me a note to leave on my bike for tomorrow, and if it's better than the one I come up with, I'll use it.
I did my usual paranoid preamble of checking her over while she reaches temperature.
Nothing amiss, nothing usually is.
Tonight I paid particular attention to all the extremeties though, because a local band was playing the local club/sports bar next to where I work, so I expected rowdy drunken 16 year olds.
Nothing out of order.
So I went back round to the left of the bike, started to put my helmet on, and as I bent down to pick it up, I noticed someone had spat on my saddle.
W.T.F?
I expected damage or her to have been moved back but not a lot else because she had the steering lock on.
But phlegm on my saddle?
I mean, it wasn't exactly subtle either, so if I was supposed to sit on it, why would they not expect me to see it?
Of course this forced me to wipe it off with something, but I didn't particularly want it on any of my garments.
I settled for the front of my neck comfy, which I was going to wash tonight anyway.
But really, what kind of fucking little demented muchkin loving, self-pleasuring, man-butt fingering, babboon-lusting, brickshitting layabout retard spits on someone's fucking saddle?
It's just retarded.
What were they trying to do?
Show me they don't like me?
Show me they're willing to spit on my property?
Right.
Thanks for that, fuckwits.
Someone dictate me a note to leave on my bike for tomorrow, and if it's better than the one I come up with, I'll use it.