It Should Have Never Come Down To This, But It Did
He hated working alone. He hated being alone, was a more accurate statement, but right now it was simply a project. And he was stuck by himself. He didn’t know how to use a drill, or pressurize a wheel, or even how to ride the damn thing, but somehow he got stuck putting an old bicycle back together.
Sure, he knew it was dumb to be seventeen and not know how to ride a bike, but it was never a necessary skill. He preferred to walk and run wherever he went, and if it was too far for that then he could utilize the license he got after he turned sixteen. He had come in contact with only a few bicycles in his lifetime. How was he supposed to fix one?
He really wished someone was here to help him. He brainstormed better with another mind working in conjunction with his own. He was sure he would be able to figure out the drill and fit the frame back together, but the wheels were beyond him. One had a tear in it about an inch long, and the other one was nearly flat. He remembered his friends pumping up their bike wheels with an air pump whenever they got flat, but they also said it had to be at the right pressure. How could he figure out the right pressure? Was he going to need to replace the torn wheel or could he patch it up with some duct tape? He began to regret taking this job.
Technically, he didn’t take it. It was more thrust upon him with a “Fix this for me?” and a “Thanks!” as his sister dashed off before he could answer.
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