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Nearly every night. Last night...
I am eating in a restaurant. At a table with a few people that seem to be friends (none that I can identify). At a table next to us are people I know. I go over to talk to them. In one chair is a lady with a guy stretched out lengthwise across her lap. I talk to the folks at the table for a few minutes and we all get up to leave.
I go to pay my tab and the cashier tells me my tab was placed on the tab of the table next to mine. I was horrified! I ran out to pay up and all of those folks were getting into a bus. I stopped one guy and gave him $40, telling him it was more than enough to cover my tab. All is good.
I go to find my ride (a red Honda 750 that I don't currently own) and it is gone. It was parked right in front of the restaurant. I go inside and ask them if they had moved it. Nope. I searched around inside the restaurant, no bike to be found. I go back outside and look around and still no cycle to be found. I ask a passerby and he says "This is the wrong place to be leaving anything." He points to the corner intersection where there is a group of kids hot wiring a car. Sadly, I woke up prior to finding my bike.
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