tonight was the last night of sailing class (i passed and am now officially a novice sailor). after class, i unlocked my bike and then in the process of locking the chain around my waist, proceeded to break the key off in the lock. yay! so now i have a rather thick chain wrapped pretty snugly around my fairly thin waist and was feeling like maybe the dumbest person in the universe.

i asked the instructors if they had a set of bolt cutters. they didn’t, but through alternating chuckles and sighs, they said that they had a dremmel tool that would work. not wanting to stand there watching one dude cut into my waist while three other dudes stood there watching the spectacle for 20 minutes, i asked if they had alternate suggestions, which is when the main dude came up with, ‘dude, you should to to the firehouse. firemen always have bolt cutters.’ (i will remember this forever.)

so i rode home, took a picture or two, and went to the firehouse, conveniently located two blocks from my house. i knew the firemen would be awesome when i saw that one of them had a road bike parked next to the firetruck. and they were awesome (and jaded — firemen have seen everything and are totally unphased by small shit); they were able to get the key to turn in the lock and didn’t have to resort to the bolt cutters. they also didn’t make me feel super-stupid, which was nice of them, since i was already feeling normal-stupid.

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