My bike got stolen, which makes me sad. But, as travelers everywhere tell themselves to get through incidents of food poisoning and missed flights, as single girls console themselves during bad dates: the bad isn’t so bad when you can make a story from it.
I haven’t got much of one in this case, but I’m sure some of you do. Post/email/message me with your sob stories of city thievery and I’ll repost so the world can weep with you in your time of loss. And also laugh at your good story. ;)