My lovely roommate wrote a great blog post today lamenting her dear, dear, bike seat that was stolen this dreary morning. I have to say, she certainly has a way with words! And so, I’d like to share with you some of this post:

Dear Asshat,

This is the fourth time within the span of a year you have felt the need to fuck shit up.

Please cease and desist.

Last winter, you felt the need to remove my bike entirely. It was a shitty bike. You could not see the blue for all the rust. It was at least ten years old, but looked significantly older, and not in a cool vintage way. The gears didn’t work. The breaks didn’t work. The seat was most uncomfortable. It was the Courtney Love of bikes. The lock you broke to steal my bike was worth more than my bike. It did, however, have a an exquisite hippo bell.

Please read the rest here and leave a comment or two if you appreciate it. I know she would. :)