So as usual I’m sitting at home working. The phone rings. Hi. I’m with the Fraternal Order of Police (or some such title). We are trying to raise money for…yada yada yada. Why didn’t I just stop him there? He kept talking telling me all the good things my money could do for something.

I should have responded that if police would have prevented my bike from getting stripped three times in four years I might have given money. Instead I support our local (but national chain) bike shops here in town by buying new tires, seats, wheels, etc. I could have asked why the police bother pulling me over in my 2001 car with 11,000 miles on it due to an expired inspection tag (for that I get to go to court next week…I have no option of just sending in proof that I already had it inspected). Guess the judge needs to lay down the law on me…the criminal. I could have asked why there have been seven armed robberies within three blocks of the “best” part of Charlottesville in the past two months.

I didn’t have the energy to ask. I’m working. I just told him I’m working and to tired to think about money. Of course, why then am I working?

I should have asked him what happened to all the pretty yellow bikes. Speaking of which, someone had biked to the community bike shop to help in repairing bikes last week. While there, his bike was stolen! Maybe it was yellow.