Date: 10/10/2016
By nikoloverfriend
While visiting my parents in the neighborhood I grew up in, I started helping out a neighbor (not anyone who actually existed in real life) get ready for a garage sale. He restores bikes on the side and accumulated several of them over time. In fact, my current bike and one that had gotten wrecked in an accident that he fixed up were there, but I moved them to the back of the garage and placed a tag on them that those weren't for sale. I noticed there were a few kids' bikes in the back so I brought them to the front. He asked why and I explained that these would be hot items since most people like to buy things for kids at garage sales and they're small that it'd be easy to bring them home. Before the sale started, I took my old bike for a spin. It looked the same, but when I got on it, the seat was low and the handlebars were high, like at eye level. It was kinda awkward. As I was going around the neighborhood, I passed by my other neighbor's house (she exists in real life) and saw she left her iPhone on her lawn, which had been missing for several days. I went to go back to pick it up and debated either giving it back or selling it because I figured she might have already replaced it. When I got back to her front lawn, there were 2 more iPhones in the area. That bothered me so I left them alone and kept biking.