the saddle mystery

my friend Tinkie's currently moving from her old flat to a new one, 3 streets down. it's been a bit stressful, what with work not being rosy these days, and so, contrary to her habit, she forgot to take in her bike over the weekend. she normally does this to ensure she still has one on Monday mornings.

so yesterday, when i went to see her new place, she told me someone had stolen her bike saddle. and she didn't get it: why hers, which was old? apparently, others had disappeared too, but others were still on their respective bikes, in full view and much better condition.

on the way back from the concert we'd been to, we saw that someone had left a spare saddle in one of the bikes' front basket, in front of her building. not hers, though. i looked around and couldn't help notice there were another 3 saddles in various other baskets, and wondered if maybe someone had brought them all back after a drunken stunt. and guess what? her saddle was one of them! what some people get up to at night...!