Bumette and a Bike
August 25, 2025
Picture this.
Approaching the Kiwanis Aquatics Center this morning, I noticed this woman bent over her bike, clutching the rear wheel. Was she having bike problems? I wondered. But as I got closer, I noticed she wasn’t moving. All she was doing was faintly groaning. Clearly, she wasn’t having bike problems. She was having mental problems.
She must have been there for some time as, soon after I took a seat, three staff members went outside and shooed her away. This from the same staff who censor us under the guise of being “inclusive.” But inclusivity apparently doesn’t apply when it hits close to home for them. But I digress.
From the inside, these staffers watched as she got up and wheeled her bike out into the courtyard. Standing there for a minute or two contemplating the meaning of life. Or something. She checked her phone. Lit a cigarette. Another one likely with no money for food, but plenty available for smokes and a smartphone. But again, I digress. I should really learn to show more compassion™.
Eventually, she took off. The staff members watching all this dispersed. But several minutes later, she returned. She left her unlocked bike at the rack and went inside. She went up to a table, over to the washroom, then over to the desk, where she engaged the poor woman behind the counter in a bit of a spirited discussion.
A minute or so later, she went back outside, stood near her bike and began rocking from side to side. Keeping time to something going off in her head, perhaps. A couple of minutes later, she took a seat at a nearby bench and put her head down.
As I left, I had the distinct impression a call to the Niagara Regional Police was soon coming.
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