Lost in Paris...(3/4)

It is not a part two of Sofia Coppola but me...
I started to realise the special talent of the people here on DIY stuff. I parked my bike which has been serving me so well in the last 2 months outside my office today and as usual I went down after work to get my companion to shop...but then, it's exactly like the scenario appearing in the comic book and I feel like having some straight lines beside my visage towards the location where I had parked my bike...OH, no, followed by the local dirty words 2 times encore...my godness, my bike was stolen by somebody else. I walked closer and what I could see was only the remaining lock attaching to the pole. Somebody broke the wheel of my bike to steal it away, crazy! At that moment, I was lost in transaction and needed a donation...well...this is Paris, another side, perhaps... ...