As a parting gift, I inherited a BB gun from Olen among many things... like spices and herbs up the wazoo, but that is a different story. So here is the little devil that I have got here.
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Non lethal, and just stings. Apparently the current batch of international students that are going home had a thing for BB guns and ran around shooting all the time leaving welts on each other. I have now parked by bike in a place where I have a line of sight to my bike and since I'm up late most of the time, I hope to catch the thief... but I don't have any intentions of shooting him because 1. That person will know who I am, 2. That person will know where I live and 3. Getting into an extended conflict is not worth the effort (I have to live here for another 7 month's you know!) There are much better ways of skinning a cat!
All I just need to know is who is it and where he lives and the next time it gets stolen, I'll just come his door leave a post it note saying something like
"I know who you are,
I know where you live,
you won't know where or when,
but I'm going to get'ya. Yarrrr!"
and leave a pirate flag sticker on the door. Ain't that cute? If worse come to worse, I'll just start playing practical jokes on the poor bastard. Muah ha ha ha ha!
1 comment:
Well at least you got your bike back =)
You can also try buying a more expensive lock - the ones with really thick bars.
Good luck with your bike situation!
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