Unfortunately, I didn’t see you, but it must have required some effort on your part to get over the fence and steal my bike from my backyard. By now, you will have probably noticed the completely bald, worn-out tread on my tires from the thousands of miles of bike riding that I put on that bike. I couldn’t afford new tires, but I did patch that flat tire, and the bike pump works like a charm. Thank you for stealing the joy that I received from riding my bike, especially after losing my job. You are truly an anonymous monster in my eyes. Thinking of you as I walk around humming a song that goes like this: “These boots are made for walking …”
SEND US your anonymous rants and raves about your co-workers or any badly behaving citizen—or about citizens you admire. I SAW YOU, Metro, 550 S. First St., San Jose, 95113, or via email to Is*****@*******ws.com.
