Allen Zhang snapped out of his daze and was instantly furious.
Who the hell dares to steal my bike?
Is this what the West Coast is like?
Indeed, another lesson learned!
Even though I knew the streets were chaotic, with Zero-Dollar Purchase and petty theft rampant, I had locked my bike securely not far from the pawnshop, in a crowded spot. Yet, after a short while inside, even the wheels were gone?
How am I supposed to explain this to Simone?
Allen Zhang felt pretty bad.
I guess you really can't use a bike as transportation on the streets; no one watches it and it's too easily stolen, with nowhere to seek justice.
I was actually considering getting a vehicle, but now that's out of the window.
Allen Zhang calmed down. Spotting several homeless men holding paper cups and drinking nearby, he walked over and greeted them, "Hey! Guys, I want to ask you something, did you see a bike parked around here?"
The homeless men looked at him in surprise, "Your bike got stolen?"
