The sun was shining that crisp Wednesday morning, with the light glinting off of the water and reflecting off of my salvaged bicycle as I pedalled along the path to work with my packed lunch nestled in my milk crate basket.
I was wearing my second hand business clothes and listening to my favourite book-on-tape from the library.
As made a hard right turn onto the sidewalk to park my bike my story suddenly STOPPED, and I heard a CRASH on the concrete. Looking down, I saw my $5 garage-sale Sony Walkman bounce on the punishing surface and clatter to a stop.
I leapt from my bike and scooped up my treasured equipment, the red light was still on, the folded wad of paper that made the heads keep turning was still in place and my narrator was still telling a tale.
As I locked up my bike, I looked around and saw six people wearing IPods taking a morning jog to work.
My fumble could have been worth $200.
Or, it could have cost me $5 and some irritation.
Instead, luckily, it cost me: nothing.
I was wearing my second hand business clothes and listening to my favourite book-on-tape from the library.
As made a hard right turn onto the sidewalk to park my bike my story suddenly STOPPED, and I heard a CRASH on the concrete. Looking down, I saw my $5 garage-sale Sony Walkman bounce on the punishing surface and clatter to a stop.
I leapt from my bike and scooped up my treasured equipment, the red light was still on, the folded wad of paper that made the heads keep turning was still in place and my narrator was still telling a tale.
As I locked up my bike, I looked around and saw six people wearing IPods taking a morning jog to work.
My fumble could have been worth $200.
Or, it could have cost me $5 and some irritation.
Instead, luckily, it cost me: nothing.
