You decide to ride a bicycle.

Do you have one?

Of course not, otherwise you would drive it already.

Therefore, you have to put your hands on any bicycle.

Your neighbours are too kind - they say that they are afraid that you will break an arm.

Your niece needs her bike all the time.

And your uncle's bicycle was stolen (Ah, this bicycle? I stole it back.)

After long thought (after half minute you begin to be dizzy and stop it) you decide to buy a new one.

Take a taxi and go to the center of the town.

After half an hour, you understand that the best place (and the only) is outside the town.

What are taxis for if not to go outside the town?

Well, it seems that they are for not going outside the town or you have to pay for their drive back too.

Who knows if the driver will find a fare back.

Therefore, you pay.

For both ends.

And then put your head into the shirt pocket and say there all you think about this slob driver.

You raise your head to see if he heard, and reassured that he didn't, you continue to enjoy cursing him bitterly, shouting it very loudly.

Inside your head.

You arrive.

Enter the shop and go to see some bicycles.

The seller's advices pursue you.

You try not to hear him and buy what YOU want, but after 15 minutes of uninterrupted (even by "Shut up please") help tirade, you buy the most expensive aluminium 32 speeds bicycle for women. (Maybe you would like to give the bike to some girl, what will you do then? Better to be prepared!).

You pay 20% additional cost of it being for woman and think about going home.

The simplest - to stop a taxi.

But the bicycle can't enter the car.

So the seller calls some technician and the last calls his adjutant who calls his secretary and together they quarter the bike.

Well, not exactly quarter, more like part it to twenty parts.

And if to be precise, thirty two parts and screws and, (sorry, what is it?)

You stop another taxi and put everything inside.

While doing it, the driver explains to you that he works outside the town and he cannot be sure he will find a fare back….

You just nod and sit inside.

.

Half an hour later you begin to reach your neighborhood and quarter hour more you are home.

You phone to your friend and he comes to help you to assemble the bike back.

After twenty minutes, you succeed, but then you see one unused wheel.

Hm. Where it came from?

Ah, yes. It should come here.

After 5 minutes, you succeed, but when you raise it, parts begin to fall from it.

You scratch your nape.

Some thought begin to heat it.

You try once more and this time when you raise the bike, nothing falls from it.

The only problem, it does not move.

Of course, a little hand-help cures the situation.

Wait, should the bicycle go only aside?

10 minutes later, you decide to take a taxi and return to the shop to reassemble it there.

So another hour later, you are in the shop with a bicycle made good as new.

But how to go home?

Taxi - tried and found unsuitable.

Walking - possible but 32 miles? Unsuitable.

The seller tells you about their special delivery (costs almost nothing, not more than quarter of the bike's cost) and you agree.

So, after a very long day you return home without bicycle.

It will come to you later.

Later this week.

Sure that not later than the end of the month.

Any month.

But it will come.

Hopefully.