Special Guest Blogger

A couple of days ago, while telling a friend about my blogger's block, I came up with the idea of guest blog entries. Sometimes I become bored with my own writing. And if I get bored with my writing maybe the readers of this blog do too. So I asked this friend, or "Grandma" as she's known to some, to fill in for this month and she graciously humored my request. Enjoy and feel free to submit comments.

Grandma's entry:

"Perhaps this entry should be anonymous, as it describes in detail my descent into a life of crime. The story begins innocently enough when I decided to start biking to work. It’s a leisurely 1.5 mile commute, and there’s a bike rack right by my building. What I’ve noticed during my almost 2 years of parking there is that on this rack there is one bike that hasn’t moved. At first I noticed it collecting dust. Then one day, I noticed that half the rear fender had broken off. Later the seat was stolen. And still this bike hasn’t moved. Not an inch. I’m beginning to think no one is using this bike. Now normally this wouldn’t bother me, except the bike rack is getting pretty crowded, and this unused bike is taking up valuable real estate. I would move it myself except for the fact that the only thing of any value on this bicycle is the Kryptonite U-lock attaching it securely to the rack. (I wish I had a lock like that when my first bike was stolen from that very same rack).

Then, today, I had a moment of brilliance. I took a closer look at that U-lock and noticed that it has one of those circular key-holes, the kind that apparently are able to be picked with no more than a BiC pen. So I popped open a BiC pen and went down to the bike rack. This task was not as easy as the internet makes it appear. First, the pen wasn’t exactly the right diameter, so I stretched it out with a key and jammed it in. Then, all you’re supposed to have to do is twist, and the lock will come undone. The pen twisted, but the lock didn’t open. So my career as a master criminal ended as soon as it began. This is just as well, given that I went out in broad daylight and I’m pretty sure there would have been several eye-witnesses to my attempted theft. I left the pen in the lock, in hopes that a criminal more talented than I might hit the jackpot."

Added bonus video (also courtesy of Grandma): Do the Test