Walmart tried to kill me

So on wednesday i went to buy a bike.
i stopped complaining about the transport for a while, but its still awful. my last 3 shifts at work---bus didnt turn up and had to get a different bus which in turn made me have to walk half the way. missed the bus by about 5 seconds because omgoodness....it was early! bus was 25 minutes late....the bus is supposed to come every half hour - nearly late for work.

So i've had enough of the bus, im going to buy a bike and ride to work. takes less time anyway.

So off i went to get the bus to wallmart, and i went inside, had a quick look at bikes, then went and picked up everything else i needed - trainers, helmet and bike lock.
Ok, got somebody to help me pick out a bike, and she was trying to make me buy the 26" purple bike, which was about $10 cheaper but i dont want a girly purple bike, I wanted a more neutral bike...like the nice orange and silver 24" one. So she pumped up the tyres and everything for me so i could ride it home. awesome.

or not.

got to the door after paying and someone asked to see my receipt for the bike. ok. hopped on and realised it was raining. ah well. rode to the end of the sidewalk and there was a car, so i braked.

or tried to.

the bloomin back brake didnt work, i thought i was going to crash so i pulled on the front wheel brake, which in turn made the entire back end of the bike try to flip over my head, i stumbled off and managed to miss the car.

turned around and walked straight back to walmart, excuse me....THE BRAKES DONT WORK!
"its just cos its raining"
NO, THE BRAKES DO NOT WORK!!!!

so this guy went and got a screwdriver, and sat down with the bike, and realised it didnt even have brake pads, so went and took them off another bike to screw on. got it sorted, and i asked him to test drive it for me, and he discovered the back wheel was wonky.

bloody brilliant

so he took the brake pad off and went and attached it back to the other bike. at this point i did not trust any of the orange and silver bikes, so i went and exchanged it for the girly purple bike.

atleast the brakes work on it.

got to the end of the road and some black ghetto gangsta said " hey white gurl, can I speak witchu?" - i said no thanks, and rode off. thank you bike.



only problem now is i desperatly need a cushion, my butt is killing me. I did manage to get to work and back nearly in one piece yesterday! itll be reet.