Handy in an Emergency

One of the guys from the park who plays softball came up to me today and said he had to talk to me.  He said he had a bicycle he didn’t need.  It was a fairly big.  So he thought it would fit me.  He also sees me walking around the park in the afternoon.  So he thought I might like to do some cross-training.

 

He said he would check that the tires were okay and if they were, I should come over and pick it up.

 

A couple of days later, I walked over to his house.  He had the bike ready for me.  I gave it a little ride around the block and then thanked him and rode home.

 

The bike was in pretty bad shape.  The tires were bald.  The wheels were rusted.  But I kept it.  Barb didn’t want any of the neighbours to see it.  So she hide it behind the car against the wall of the house.

 

One Wednesday morning, I was supposed to drive the guys to softball.  I often drove on Wednesdays because Barb plays pickleball at the park on Wednesdays and doesn’t need the car.

 

Barb took the golf cart down to play pickleball before I left.  I got ready to leave but I couldn’t find the car keys.  They were not on the hutch beside the door where I usually see them.  I looked around. Then I panicked.  The guys were waiting for me to pick them up.

 

So I quickly hopped on my bike.  I rode down to the tennis courts where Barb was playing pickleball.  I asked her where the keys were. She said she left them on the patio shelves.

 

I was able to ride my bike home and find the keys.  Then I picked up the guys and never told them about my panic.