When I walked into spin class this morning at 5:45 a.m., there was only one bike taken. And it was MY bike. The one I always use. The one I can set up with my eyes closed. The one I know the tension of by heart. The one next to my "spin buddy" whose first name I don't even know. Taken. The nerve. I tried to be the bigger person, to not let it bother me. I mean, my bike doesn't have my name on it anywhere. So I took the bike behind my bike and tried to enjoy the class. But it didn't stop me from shooting dirty looks at the bike thief's back all during class. Can something like that ruin my day? Well, it certainly didn't MAKE it.
And the worst part? She didn't even work hard enough to sweat.