The other day, I needed to pick up a couple of items from the local meat market. As I was entering the meat market from the alley, I noticed two little girls parking their pink bicycles in the alley next to another store.

I had no sooner entered the meat market when Mr. Impotent came in. (He thinks that he is really important but I think impotent is more appropriate.) He was in a hurry. He went over to the freezer and grabbed a package of hamburg patties from the case and waved them at the store clerk. Then, he headed out the door without pay for them.

A few moments later, I emerged from the meat market with my purchases. As I started for the parking lot, I noticed that one of the little girls bikes had tipped over. At a second glance, I noticed that not only had it tipped over, it had been run over.

Now, I was only in the meat market for a couple of minutes and the alley isn’t that busy. Since Mr. Impotent drives a big pickup truck, I am guessing that in his haste, he ran over the little girls bike.

I am sure that the little girl was heart broken to find that her bike had been destroyed. Well, at least the she wasn’t on it at the time.