They stole my bike

The day was nice, sunny after a few weeks raining and with just a t-shirt on the street. Calm day at work with chocolates because of a college's birthday and a short shift. Cool! We went to celebrate the birthday with some beers and a little bit of chill out just with the sun and the summer back. A perfect Wednesday with friends and a good mood to go home for dinner and... who knows at nigh, maybe some party. But suddenly, it happened... 

I went to look for my bike and it dissapeared!! It was not there. In the same place I leave it every day. With the lock on the parking, as always. There were a lot of new and old bikes, but not mine. 'Maybe I left it in a different place and I'm confused' I tried to think. But not, I was completely sure it was there... Somebody stole it, we're in Amsterdam!

I was really angry since the moment I discovered it. Really mad. Even worse because I was with my friend and he tried to help me looking for it for nothing. I felt really stupid. How is it possible? Why my bike and not the rest? They were better. Who did it? And how? I totally don't understand.

I know it doesn't make sense to think about it again and again. It happens every day a hundred of times in the city. But I'm mad because this time was me. I was the stupid girl in Amsterdam going home by tram because the bike was with someone else... Writing to everybody to tell them what happened trying to find solace. And telling a lot of bad things about that miserable person who took my bike today and ruined completely my happy lovely day.