We have had visits by the world's most unsuccessful thief. As we stayed at B Rd, there has been trouble-prone and trouble-prone outside our window. The reason is probably that we are located midway between Rgates all pubs and a bit larigt area on the other side of us. Quite often begins the hysterical fracas between full fjårtis-girls and their twenty something boyfriends somewhere around Thursday afternoon and continues at least on Sunday night.
Monday morning I go to work and notes on the way to Eric's bike cover is gone.
WTF?
Who steals a bike cover? Seriously? It is an inexpensive coated nylon. It is a bit broken since I tried to pull it over the bike in trouble and accidentally pull one of kardborreremarna. At least two seagulls have defecated on the local and cats tend to fight revistrider means drawing on the accession. (Thus, it is _mycket_ cat pee on the lower parts of this coating. Very.)
Yet someone felt it worthwhile to steal it.
Perhaps it was someone drunk and locked out past the man. Ignored my second hand bike that was without protection, with a worse lock, and went straight at Erik's Bike trapped in an iron fence with both head and motorcycle chain. Realizing that it was too hard locked to provide transportation to a mate and instead stole the cover to protect themselves against the rain. Maybe living the time of writing a new life as impromptu tent in the dog park. The protection may be sufficient for the bikes, but nylon is more frequent than that, like a cheap tent, permeable to moisture which are firmly reach ; something.
I see before me how the thief wakes up in the bushes in the dog park, hung over, wet and stinking of cat pee. An evocative picture of how crime does not pay.
Besides, I have long thought that Erik's bike should have a new cover because the loose band allows the flaps in the enervating oupphö ANNUAL wind that comes with living on the coast (not to mention that it is kattkissigt), so what the thief actually did was to save myself the job to do of it.
Perhaps the most pointless crime in criminal history.
And a very typical picture of living in Rgate. - Especially on our street. People steal and in passing under the motto: "Hey, that was not nailed down!" When we moved in there were two massive terracotta pot with well-tended geraniums on stairs. We noted that they were attached to the railing with wire and padlocks. And it stopped the theft of the pots. Instead had someone, a drunken night when we stayed there a couple of months, torn up geranium from the pot and thrown them into the neighbor's basement stairs. As you do.
We are split on this. Since we live one floor up, it is not as likely to me we personally affected by all this vandalism (other than missing bike cover). We love the apartment, but getting tired of the area. While we are sick sick of moving. What do you do?
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