Plain Irritated

Imagine you lend someone your bassoon and the person did not tell you that he broke your crook until you ask for your bassoon about a month later.

Imagine you lend someone your car and the person did not tell you that he scratched the door by accident until the day to return the car arrives.

Imagine what my feelings are like when a friend of mine wants to borrow my bike for his triathlon, and I finds out that my bike needs repair upon calling my cousin [whom the bike is with].

The story at first.

'Huh why cannot get back this week?"

"I spoilt it by accident."

"Huh! Why? That means must send for repair le. What happened?"

"I rammed it into the traffic light by accident."

"So you were not careful lar."

"Sorry! Sorry!"

"Why never tell me earlier? Aiya, call you later."

The full story later on.

"You sure no scratches hor?"

"Eh, actually I rammed into a fence by the side instead of the traffic light. I rammed sideways into the traffic light lar, but still got ram."

'So you ram into the traffic light from the side. That means you scrape the sides of the bike with the pole lar?"

"Yar. Then the front wheel now misaligned."

"You sure no scratches? Front wheel not big deal."

"I think so."

"When you at home? I go down see then take for repair."

"Eh, Thurs, Sat, Mon....."

...

Sigh

From his description, I think my bike looks something like this [taken off Casa Henry's site (thanks!)].

Lets just hope my frame is fine.

Don't worry I don't want to hate you.

Bad things do happen.

Corrinne May-Fly Away