…wait for it. You’ll see it.
Okay, here’s the thing about me and spatial reasoning: it’s a pronounced deficiency of mine. Those puzzles where you have to untangle 2 twisted metal links? Not once ever, even after I watched some other kid do it. Those brainteasers where you have 6 connected squares, and are asked if they fold up to make a cube? Not a prayer.
So after 15 minutes in a Rite-Aid, when I stepped outside and finally teased out the relationship between bike, lock, and rack, I nearly fucking expired for mortification: I’d just bought the bike that goddamn afternoon.
In conclusion, I’d like to thank the city of Burlington, Vermont for not stealing my bike, and for not gathering by it to point and laugh when I came back to “unlock” it.
