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Why would you do that.

There's something about going to the bathroom at work. It seems like every time I go in there something silly happens. I went in today to take care of some business. I had just sat down when someone else came in. They immediately shut off the lights. I was in no position to do much of anything, so I gave up. I could hear the other person shuffle into a stall and do what they needed. I was unable to perform. "Could you turn the light back on?" I asked. The other person ignored me. They turned the light back on when they left. I'll come back later, I thought.

And I did, an hour later. I opened the door to the bathroom. There was someone in my stall. Damn, I thought. More importantly, though, they were screaming. In agony, I guess. But it was the most God awful, blood curdling screaming I've heard in a long time. I decided it was time to leave for the day.

I got my car back from the shop afterward. As I drove home into the fading light, I thought about things. The day before I had found that my bike tire had somehow been deflated, probably via some nefarious mean. It was kind of sad, actually. I was looking forward to riding it around. There's something meditative about riding a bike. Your movements start to flow with its own and it becomes an extension of your body. It's like dancing. I think I've said that before. But I didn't get to ride it, after all.

Flattened tires aren't so bad, though. It gives you an excuse to work on your bike. That is always a good thing. It gives you something to look forward to. Although you should never need an excuse to work on your bike. It'll be nice to wake up early and work on my bike.

I also thought about how much I hate my job.

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