Monday, October 11, 2004
So the fish festival is in town this weekend - not the phish festival, which would have been unbelievable, but the the fish festival which is, well, a bunch of fish - and Karoliina and I had to go, even though I was in the middle of the film festival. Who knew there could be this many festivals at one time in little ol' J-town? Well, I had a couple hours to meet with K and to check out the scene, which was remarkably identical to the scene last year. I really think nothing changed at all, except the 2003 changed to 2004 and that's about all.
So we met in front of the library, because K needed to check out a couple of books. She was still inside and so I waited by her bicycle. Only, it wasn't her bicycle. It looked like it, except for the red fuzz on the handles. At first we thought that a red gloved person had moved her bicycle, because she had parked it in a not so great place and it had been moved. But when K tried to unlock it, she couldn't and neither could I. After closer inspection we realized that this was, in fact, not her bicycle. That someone had mistaken K's bicycle for their own and this person had red gloves and very powerful hands, since she was able to unlock K's bike with the wrong key. Either that, or a thief, working in broad daylight grabbed her bike in front of the library and made of like the bandit that he is.
We thought it to be the former and so I had my first stake-out. Watching the library bike racks for a large-armed, red gloved girl looking for her own bike. But when the library closed and no such freak appeared, it was time to go to the police. They recommended that we take the bike that was still there and bring it to the police station, just in case our theory proved correct. And so in addition to our first stake out, we also stole our first bike. Lifting the back tire off the ground we wheeled the bike a few blocks over to the police station and then developed our plan of action for Monday. We would go to all the bike stores and find out if someone with Popeye-like forearms recently purchased a red, Crescent City 7 speed. Then we would case the bike racks of the student houses and posts signs at the library, all the while waiting for the police to call with an update. And wouldn't you know, early this morning, just before our plan went into action, Popeye's father brought K's bike to the police and our little drama was over. Damn shame to tell you the truth. In a town like this, a little drama can go a long way.
So we met in front of the library, because K needed to check out a couple of books. She was still inside and so I waited by her bicycle. Only, it wasn't her bicycle. It looked like it, except for the red fuzz on the handles. At first we thought that a red gloved person had moved her bicycle, because she had parked it in a not so great place and it had been moved. But when K tried to unlock it, she couldn't and neither could I. After closer inspection we realized that this was, in fact, not her bicycle. That someone had mistaken K's bicycle for their own and this person had red gloves and very powerful hands, since she was able to unlock K's bike with the wrong key. Either that, or a thief, working in broad daylight grabbed her bike in front of the library and made of like the bandit that he is.
We thought it to be the former and so I had my first stake-out. Watching the library bike racks for a large-armed, red gloved girl looking for her own bike. But when the library closed and no such freak appeared, it was time to go to the police. They recommended that we take the bike that was still there and bring it to the police station, just in case our theory proved correct. And so in addition to our first stake out, we also stole our first bike. Lifting the back tire off the ground we wheeled the bike a few blocks over to the police station and then developed our plan of action for Monday. We would go to all the bike stores and find out if someone with Popeye-like forearms recently purchased a red, Crescent City 7 speed. Then we would case the bike racks of the student houses and posts signs at the library, all the while waiting for the police to call with an update. And wouldn't you know, early this morning, just before our plan went into action, Popeye's father brought K's bike to the police and our little drama was over. Damn shame to tell you the truth. In a town like this, a little drama can go a long way.
// posted by Howard @ 11:16 AM 
