The bicycle thief

After a lunch with the garagistas at the Slip Inn (of Princess Mary fame) I got back to my pub bike only to find a local reprobate going through the combinations on my lock.

“Mate, I know a bit about bikes and you couldn’t even give that one way.”

No reply. He was studiously ignoring me.

“You know there’s 10,000 combinations on that lock. You’ll be there all day and halfway through you’ll get this horrible thought that you’ve already passed the right combination but didn’t pull hard enough.”

I know, I’ve been there.

Still no answer.

“Mate, you can have it if you want. I can always get another one at the next chuck-out.”

Realising that he had in fact been happily ignoring the owner of the bike, he just scarpered.

There’s no grace amongst thieves these days.