Stolen doesn't feel as good as in Toronto

Yesterday two bad things happened.

First the scooter was towed away while I was at work. Something about parking it on a sidewalk... I mean it was a wide sidewalk, what's their freakin problem!?

Second, Ray's back tire was stolen off his bike. Right in front of our building, with all the security "presence", and video cameras, it was just jacked. The other two bikes had all of their tires. It's just not fair.

Of course I was the last person to drive either of the two-wheelers.

This created a series of emotions, disbelief, anger, a sense of violation...aaand back to anger. Anger at the crack addicts for needing to steal things to get money to buy more crack, at the security guards who are really nice, but provided absolutely no security, and for all the rich people who live around us who probably wouldn't even care that their $300 bike was damaged and violated because they can just drive their BMW X6's over to the bike store and buy a new one tomorrow.

But most of all it made me miss Toronto. Because even when your stuff gets stolen or towed, you at least have a drunk sister to laugh about it with, or more people to complain about it to. And someone willing to give you a ride around Scarborough when all your wheels are gone.