How [Avery] got her [saddle] back.
Last friday I locked my unicycle up outside the front of halls. I'd been doing it for a couple of weeks, mostly when I knew I'd be back outside within a couple of hours. I've a new lock that's much better than my old one, so I wasn't worried about re-occurance of theft.
When I went out later that evening, the unicycle was still there. Sort of. I undid the lock and had almost mounted the thing when I realised I could not - the saddle had been taken off. It's fairly simple to do. Annoyingly.
I walked to and from my destination instead, seething the whole time. A second instance of unicycle-related theft in six months. And in both cases the unicycle was locked up. My twitter for that evening was "I hate Southampton".
Yesterday, though, a serendipitous chain of events occurred. As I walked(ugh) to class, Stefan from the performance group told me that he'd seen some lads throw the saddle over a wall last friday. He'd apparently questioned them, but I certainly don't begrudge the fact that he didn't lay down his life for some foam and metal. I thanked him, and planned to look over the wall near where the bike had been locked up. There was still a small chance it was there, right?
I was dropping off my stuff back at halls before I went out to search when my R.A. called my name and asked if I'd lost my saddle. He then went to his office, and presented me with it - good as new.
That is awesome.
A new saddle and seat post was looking to set me back around £40/50, so this is pretty fantastic. I've learnt an important lesson, too - now I'll be removing the saddle myself and taking it with me, whenever appropriate.
Every now and then something will happen that will re-invigorate my faith in 'order'. Something will happen that will dispel the despair that I sometimes feel for the current state of the universe as a whole. Something like getting my saddle back.
