Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Update on the stolen Bianchi
Actual text message conversation (from this past Monday) between me and Beate:
Beate: My bike just past me! Was too slow to catch the son of a bitch. Waiting now again for the police...
Me: NO WAY!
Beate: I was pumping gas at my ghetto gas station and my bike passes me...
Me: GTFO! Did you get a good look at the rider? What did you do??
Beate: I called the police and yelled at him...
Me: OMG - he didn't sell it, what is he a bike connoisseur drug dealer? Needs a fast getaway vehicle and can't drive a car?
Beate: He was rocking his pink polo shirt on MY BIANCHI! At least he tries to ride in style.
Apparently, there was another guy riding with pink polo bastard. He stopped when he saw Beate running toward him and screaming 'he stole my bike!'. The guy claims he doesn't know Pink Polo (just ran into him today, as a matter of fact), but if he sees him, he'll give him a message from Beate: Return my bike by tomorrow, I won't get the police involved, and I'll give you $100 if it's not damaged (although apparently the guy was riding it with a flat rear tire.)
Later that day, she got a phone call from the non-thief (well, not the thief who stole her Bianchi, anyway), saying that he miraculously found Pink Polo. Beate restated her offer, leaving out the part that if she ever catches the MF'er in her neighborhood again, he will be unable to ever father children. I told her she was probably too late for that.
And this text, received last night:
Beate: I'm gonna meet the son of a bitch tomorrow at 3 to get my bike back! Yeah, the Bianchi comes home!