Poor Daddy Spatula! This bike shop he works at, which I think I've mentioned is a job he LOVES, lets customers take bikes out on "test rides" before they buy them. It's a small town, and I think they don't make people leave any kind of collateral behind...although most people leave their old bike. You know where this is going, right? My dad was closing up the store and a guy came in and looked at some bikes and wanted to take one on a test ride. He took off on it and never came back...rode right into the sunset on a $1500 bike.
This just breaks my heart because Daddy Spatula is really going to take this so personally. He'll lay awake at night thinking about how he could have done better, how he shouldn't have let it happen. He has such a strong sense of personal responsibility, there is never an excuse for why something bad happened...it's always a matter of "what could I have personally done better to prevent this?" (Not that I know all this because I'm exactly like him...NOOOOO!!!!)
Clearly the bike shop needs a different policy, even jewelry stores make you give them your driver's license just to try on jewelry IN the store...they sure as shit don't let you take it out for a test-wear. But still, that's the owner's problem, but I know my dad is going to feel so bad and beat himself up. I hope the bike stealer guy falls down and hits his head...take that Mr. Bike Stealer Guy! You got SERVED!
It's taking me a lot longer to get back into the swing of things than I thought it would. I had to read a short story for my Law and Pop Culture class today and I couldn't think of *anything* to write about it, but I have to write something to get credit, so I ended up contrasting it with the story from today's Dr. Phil. Law school credit for watching Dr. Phil...oh hell yeah.