Scooters and thieves

I received my Barack Obama support pack in the mail today. It has a yard sign and some buttons and stickers and stuff. It's worth noting that I'm not usually the support pack buyin' type. However, I find myself really excited about Barack Obama, and equally embarrassed and ashamed of the last eight years. It wasn't possible for me to haul all this crap home on my bike, so I asked my friend Shawnie if I could leave it on her scooter at work so she could bring it home later. An hour later when she returned it had been stolen. Not that it was a terribly bright idea to just leave it on her scooter, but it was tucked into the pocket under the handle bars. Plus I figured - who is gonna steal some buttons, stickers, and a yard sign? What are you going to do with this stuff? Sell it on the corner? Pawn it? Would you really display it in your yard? How meaningful, to display a stolen sign on behalf of our candidate. I suppose someone may have just decided to take it and destroy it. At least the money went where it was supposed to go. I'll just leave it as - Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You and as Frank Zappa would say "yer an asshole, yer an asshole." and... Todd got his scooter today. After work I pedaled out to 1st avenue north and waited for him to ride by. I waited for like an hour. I sort of know how it feels to be a prostitute on 1st avenue north now. At least the part before you get in the car. A LOT of people stare at you when you are just standing in the street with sunglasses on. Todd finally came by like lighning bolt, the proud new owner of a martini olive green (coicidence?) hog.