It's that time of the semester when, one by one, the eggs I've been juggling start to drop. Even so, I'm trying to focus on the bright side of things to keep my spirits up.
Like this little item of interest: my favorite grocery store, MarketStreet, long a shining light in an otherwise vast sea of mediocrity, has always had these super bike racks, which are used more and more every year (LBB is not known for its commuter-cycling community). However, during a recent renovation the racks were removed, and when they were bolted back in place, they were too close to the outside wall to be usuable. You see, it has to be far enough away to allow the cyclist to put the front wheel all the way through--otherwise, you can't thread a lock through the frame of the bike. This is a sure-fire invitation to theft.
So...I complained, gently, to a store manager. I took him outside and pointed out why they were now unusable, and he listened with great patience and interest, and even asked intelligent questions. While we were standing there, a cyclist wheeled up, looked at us quizzically, and started to lock his bike.
"We're talking about the racks," I said.
The cyclist nodded in understanding and then said, "Oh yeah; they're too close to the wall. I have to park my bike sideways now and it takes up the whole rack that way. The ones on the other side of the store are just as bad."
The manager said he'd bring it up at the next store meeting, and I thanked him for his time. And truthfully? I thought that would be the end of it.
But no. A week later I returned to the store and what did I find? A bike in the rack--which had been moved farther from the wall to allow the bike to be locked through the frame! They'd moved it another foot out and bolted it back to the concrete--just like I'd recommended.
By the way, this excellent rig (not mine) was also pulling a cute little red wagon. Wish I'd had my glasses on when I was taking the picture--I might have noticed it wasn't in the frame...
Of course, I would have lifted the front wheel over the down loop and pulled the bike even farther through to catch the back wheel with the lock, too...but I quibble.
Oh my. I love MarketStreet. I really do. (And I am not a paid shill.)
Imagine a world where you are listened to...it staggers the mind.