Friday, February 26, 2016

The Great Tea Robbery

I was joking about shanking the other day, more about that later.

Yesterday was not so fun. As some of you know, I spent three hours at the dentist.  But all is well that ends well, and I'm not feeling anything today. I had hoped to go out biking in the spectacular weather after, but didn't feel well enough to do so. I couldn't feel half my face, nor my nose, so I just headed home to feel sorry for myself.

This morning. Oh, this morning.



Everything aligned to make my ride in the best so far. I tell you, there's nothing quite like seeing the sun again in all its glory after several months of biking in the dark/dusk. The sun turned my happy meter up from content to sparkly rainbows.

Oh, hello again!
The photo doesn't do the morning justice.

I don't like to stop and take photos when I bike. Biking is for biking, not for smelling roses.

A little later on in my commute, I had to make and exception.

The first thing I saw was a pair of bandage scissors. Then a pool of blood. Lots of beer cans. A bag of tea.
Are they new? It's my favorite color! Maybe I can use them?
This is what I think went down.

Someone was walking along, carrying a bag of delicious tea. Probably already planning in their head how wonderful that cup of tea would be.

Tea bags in a bag
But the plan was thwarted by a group of people drinking beer in what seems a likely spot to have a party at - at the side of a busy road. These people had run out of beer, spotted the bag of delicious tea, and someone said:

"Hey, man, I sure could use some tea."

The person carrying the tea didn't want to give up the tea so easily, with this result:

Blood, beer, and bandage scissors
Ok, so maybe this wasn't exactly what happened, but where there's bandage scissors there's EMS.

In all seriousness, it's a little disconscerning since this is an area where there are a lot of homeless people hanging around. Hopefully no one was seriously injured.

Chilly Hilly happens on Sunday - rain and wind forecasted so business as usual in other words.

1 comment:

  1. I like to make up stories about how the roadkill get on the road on my bike commute. Why did the possum decide to cross the road right in front of whatever struck it.