I used to live in center city Philadelphia. One day I was walking down the street and I noticed a big guy on the other side with big loose shorts on walk up to a bicycle that was chained up to a signpost. In one smooth motion he whipped a big pair of bolt cutters out of his shorts, snipped through the chain, hopped on the bike and rode off down a side street. Like, I didn’t even have time to think about doing anything or even yelling. Plus it’s Philly - he might have ripped my fucking eyeballs out (Phillystines have a thing about the phrase “I’ll rip yer fucken eyeballs out” although you see surprisingly few eyeball-less people walking around here).
I used to live in center city Philadelphia. One day I was walking down the street and I noticed a big guy on the other side with big loose shorts on walk up to a bicycle that was chained up to a signpost. In one smooth motion he whipped a big pair of bolt cutters out of his shorts, snipped through the chain, hopped on the bike and rode off down a side street. Like, I didn’t even have time to think about doing anything or even yelling. Plus it’s Philly - he might have ripped my fucking eyeballs out (Phillystines have a thing about the phrase “I’ll rip yer fucken eyeballs out” although you see surprisingly few eyeball-less people walking around here).