Gone in sixty second time
A mate of mine convinced a friend to lend him her brand new bike, as he had pressing business and no transport. Amazingly, given his reputation for flakery, she agreed, and off he wobbled.

True to form, since he'd forgotten to borrow the lock too, he then left it outside a shop and came out to find it gone. Arse! Thinking quickly, he legged it across town to the flat of the dodgiest bloke he knew, and sure enough about an hour later some scally turned up looking to sell the bike. He'd actually managed to get it back!

Whereupon he resumed his errands, left it outside another shop, and lost it again.

*facepalm*
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 7 Nov 2013, 13:54, Reply)