my version of WTF

As we were loading up Matito into the car to go to Superstore last night, I noticed a family of cyclists rolling up to our building's bike storage locker.

"How nice," I think to myself, "The whole family is getting out for a nice evening ride together." A man, a boy, two women, all chatting cheerfully to each other.

Then I realize: One of the women is riding MY BIKE. NOw I know it is my bike, because I have had this bike for about 15 years and it is quite distinctive (pink and grey with yellow accents, no kickstand, broken water bottle holder). As I stand there staring across the parking lot at the people, mouth agape, they seem to get a little nervous and quickly put their (?) bikes away and move off to another area.

WTF ????????????

After returning from shopping, I look in the bike locker, to remove any doubts about it being my bike, and - sure enough - it is mine ( damaged saddle, rusty bolt in handlebars, Cap's bike sticker on it) with the seat raised and the tire pumped up.

I will be posting a nice, but nasty, note in the bike locker this morning and getting a big M-F ing lock to lock the bike up! SO much for being neighborly and trusting of those around you.