I wheel into the parkade this morning in the cage after a long nightshift. My bike is where it is supposed to be, but something looks strange. There is one of those deep ribbed rubber car floormats draped over the cover where the seat is. All fucking wet, filthy and greasy.
If this was meant to be a late christmas present, no thank you, I already have a set. If you were using my property as a drying rack and still need that mat, you better hurry upstairs to the garbage room. I cleaned some stuff out of my trunk and used your mat to carry it to the dumpster. I think the garbage truck empties the bins around 10.00, you better hurry.
I feel better now.