The original blog that inspired my weekly column in Connect Savannah
Yesterday someone had the nerve (and the giant clippers) to steal my happy, cobalt blue 1968 Armstrong beach cruiser from right out in front of my house. At One O’Clock in the afternoon.
In a not so loving moment, I taped this warning to the nearest street lamp, along with the remains of my shredded bike lock. Note the shadow it casts over the top of the paper:
It was posted in a momentary lapse into Survivalist Cat-Mode. And it will stay posted as a reminder to that thieving little bastard that if you push me, l will repre-SENT.
I’m only half joking. My other half is grieving the second sucky loss in less than a week. Instead of going rogue, I should’ve just asked myself, “What Would Pee-Wee Do?”
Oh well… live and learn.