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lostcarparkLots been happening and not much time, but I thought I'd mention one particularly fortunate event last week.
I was cycling from work into town to do a bit of shopping. I generally wear a fleece when I'm cycling, and I generally stick my house keys and my bike key, which are on seperate keyrings into a zip-up pocket in the fleece. On this particular occasion I had neglected to zip up the pocket. I arrived in town and locked my bike to a convenient immovable object.
At this point I noticed my house keys were not in the fleece pocket with the bike key, and I started wondering whether I'd done something unusual like put the house keys in by backpack or if I'd have to retrace my steps. I'd just started walking up the road when I heard a honking noise behind me. I looked over my shoulder, and a bus had stopped at the end of the road, with the driver holding something up and waving franticly at me. I ran back, to see that he was in fact holding my house keys. He had seen the said items fall out of my pocket, and stopped to picked them up and then tried to catch me.
So I'm very grateful that this particular driver had seen me lose my keys (as not many would bother stopping), and that I had happened to lock my bike close to the main road, and that he'd seen me stop there, and that he'd managed to get through the traffic in time to catch me. A few seconds either way in any of those events could have made all the difference.
Of course, good and bad Karma cancel out, any my bike now has a puncture I'll have to fix tonight.
I was cycling from work into town to do a bit of shopping. I generally wear a fleece when I'm cycling, and I generally stick my house keys and my bike key, which are on seperate keyrings into a zip-up pocket in the fleece. On this particular occasion I had neglected to zip up the pocket. I arrived in town and locked my bike to a convenient immovable object.
At this point I noticed my house keys were not in the fleece pocket with the bike key, and I started wondering whether I'd done something unusual like put the house keys in by backpack or if I'd have to retrace my steps. I'd just started walking up the road when I heard a honking noise behind me. I looked over my shoulder, and a bus had stopped at the end of the road, with the driver holding something up and waving franticly at me. I ran back, to see that he was in fact holding my house keys. He had seen the said items fall out of my pocket, and stopped to picked them up and then tried to catch me.
So I'm very grateful that this particular driver had seen me lose my keys (as not many would bother stopping), and that I had happened to lock my bike close to the main road, and that he'd seen me stop there, and that he'd managed to get through the traffic in time to catch me. A few seconds either way in any of those events could have made all the difference.
Of course, good and bad Karma cancel out, any my bike now has a puncture I'll have to fix tonight.
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Date: 2003-10-13 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-10-13 12:33 pm (UTC)And Ithink a puncture is a small price to pay for getting the keys back
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Date: 2003-10-13 02:10 pm (UTC)