I was on call yesterday for General Surgery. It was a fairly quiet night. I got a respectable amount of sleep and arrived fairly well rested for Clinic this morning.
At the end of the day, I went outside in a futile attempt to find my bicycle. Futile because the search was unsuccessful. My bike has been stolen again.
While walking home from the hospital, I was greeted by two young men in slacks and dress shirts. They introduced themselves as missionaries from the Church of Latter Day Saints. Now the heat in Hamilton is just merciless right now. So I was right impressed by the gentlemen and their dedication.
That is how it came to be that I found myself being walked home by two Mormons, my spandex cycling shorts tight (and utterly redudant) against my skin, in the boggy heat of downtown Hamilton.
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Typical Simon.
If I had a nickel everytime you told a story that ended with; you, mormons and spandex...
what sort of bike like do you use?
Looks like Armstrong is poised to win his seven straight Tour de France. So you lost another bike. Is there such a thing as a mormon ER doctor?
Rich- You know what they say about people in glass houses? Btw, how're the plans to head to the prairies going?
Anonymous- It was a fancy looking cable type lock. It came with 5 extra keys. You gotta think that they think their lock is up to snuff if they give you that many extra keys right? It's like "Man, if you lose your key, you're screwed. no way you're sawing through THIS lock. We'll give you FIVE keys just in case."
Dad- The police officers went over the whole needy people scenario with me. They also pointed out the pawn shops where it was most likely to turn up. I shall keep my chin up.
Uncle Max- Those mormons do anything! Say hi to the boys for me.
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