...at the library yesterday. I was to be there only for a few minutes, so I stuck my ride into the far corner of the empty foyer behind the vending machines. Time was 5pm and 100 degrees, so not many people there.
Went to the info desk a mere thirty paces away and the girl there said "did you just bring your bike into...?"
Great, I'm in for the "you can't bring" harangue.
I say yes, I'm just here renew a book --(Clavell's Shogun if anyone is interested)--and there's nobody in there, it'll take mere moments yada yada,
she says you know we've been having a theft problem,
I say there's nobody in there,
she says someone just went in there (as in *towards that dark corner behind the vending machines*),
I beg her pardon and return to the foyer.
Dudeman doesn't see me as I sit down at one of the convienence tables adjacent to the front doors and proceed to watch.
Sure enough, he turns from the wall where he was studying the informational flyers and proceeds to "study" my ride for a hard 20 seconds. He then turns his head and, ta-da, there I be.
I'll give him credit, he mean-eyed me as he brazened past and outside but I was too much enjoying the moment to be anything but a bemused onlooker. He got on "his" blue bigbox mtb and buggered off.
I don't know if he was up to villiany, but there was no legit reason to occupy that darkened corner in the 20 seconds it took me to walk away. Besides, my rig, even slammed, wouldn't have been a proper fit. Shigata go nai, neh?
Here's the floorplan: