inside jobs

talking about bicycle purchases today, a colleague mentioned two of his bikes being stolen during his stint living in philadelphia. one of these bicycles was stolen from within his apartment.
ridiculous. you can't trust anyone.
the theft story reminds me of lifeguarding in brooklyn the summer before college.
my pocket was picked and I wasn't even wearing my pants.
my ipod was in the front pocket of my jeans, and my jeans were in the staff changing room near the pool. the lifeguards were all friends and there was a high level of trust and respect among us, especially considering our lunch break activities, our after work activities, and most of the non-work activities in which we were jointly involved.
so i thought.
at 5pm my wallet, cash, cell phone and keys were untouched but my ipod was long gone; someone swiped it out of my disembodied trousers. someone who knew where I kept my little white rectangle of auditory sanity pills had robbed me of portable music. it was back to the cd player for the rest of the summer.
people are jerks.
side note: somehow my minidisc player still functions, if i want to listen to four-hour mixes from high school. hmm...

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