SHPOSes Ascendant

This past weekend, Tenderfoot's bike was stolen off the bike rack across the street from the police station.

 

This morning, I came outside and someone had stripped the front wheel off my bike.  I don't think anyone else on the block has had a bike touched, but we've each had our seats stolen, and now this.

 

Then, I step onto the B train and into-- a pile of (what I really hope was) dogshit.

Dogshit.  In the train.

 

I take back the nice things I said about New York.