This is a true story of my best friend. She is a motorbike rider and the story tells about her carelessness as well as her motorbike. When she was a college student, she used to park her motorbike at campus’ parking area. One day, she rushed to campus by riding her lovely motorbike for she saw her watch and class schedule mistakenly. After arriving at campus, she just parked it that way. She rushed to the class as wishing the lecturer hadn’t come sooner than she. Entering the classroom she felt relieved since the lecturer wasn’t present yet, late as he used to be.
After the class, she stepped toward the parking area calmly. As soon as she reached the spot, she found her motorbike was not at the space as it should be there. ‘It should’ve been here, the parking attendant must have replaced it’, she thought. Then she checked each row of motorbikes, hoped she would find it but none was found. She checked again each row by walking to and fro but still she found a failure. She started to panic as she realized that her motorbike was missing. All of a sudden, she remembered that she left the key stuck in ignition. She was freaking out. ‘Yes, I obviously lost my beloved ride’, she said to herself.
There was still a hope and hoped it would soon end her current feeling disorder, reported it to the parking attendant. She met one but he unfortunately didn’t know about a motorbike with a key sticking in ignition. The man said to her “motorbike stealing is currently rampant, miss. Lately, there were two motorbikes stolen. They belonged to students. The cases were just the same, leaving the key sticking in ignition. We, as the parking attendants, are unable to be responsible for this, if the students are that careless.” She just listened to what the man said with her great regret. The man then initiated to ask his parking attendant fellows about the lost motorbike and asked her to sit on a bench nearby to wait. As she waited, she was thinking about telling her mother. She took out the cell phone from her bag, but no numbers were dialed. She was too afraid of being reprimanded by her mother. ‘I can get killed’, she thought. Then she just hoped from her waiting, hoped the parking attendant would emerge with her motorbike.
Not far from where she sat, she noticed a motorbike which looked like the one she owned, being parked separated from the parking area. She just observed it from a distance. Ere long, the parking attendant came up. She enthusiastically informed him about the features of her motorbike. “My motorbike nearly looks like the one being parked over there, sir.” The man’s eyes sought the motorbike she pointed. “Come. Follow me” She asked the man to follow her toward the motorbike she meant. “This one, sir. My motorbike just looks like this one” She said to the parking attendant confidently. All of a sudden, she got shocked that it was her very motorbike which was missing. The key even was still stuck in ignition. “Oh my God! This is my bloody ride, sir. How could it reach here?”, The man then said calmly “You told me that you had lost your motorbike. The fact is you just forgot where you parked it. And above all, this space is not for parking, miss”.
Not far from the spot, she noticed some parking attendants, the man’s fellows, were watching ‘her show’ while giggling. She came to realize that the man and his fellows played a trick on her. It was they who had made her motorbike ended up here because she knew well that two hours ago she parked her ride at the very parking area, not at where it was now. She was very grateful to the man who had saved her motorbike but couldn’t hide her shame. As she was leaving the spot, she really wished she could vanish from their presence. “Bloody shameful!”, she cursed.
After the event, she planned the way how to stop her bad habit. She found one. The motorbike key was tied to a plastic necklace, so the key seemed to be the pendulum. It was then tied to her wrist when riding. So, every time she parked the motorbike and in case she just left it with irresponsibility, the key pendulum necklace would tug her hand and pull back her body.
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