A Stolen Bicycle!

Chiquita, my guard dog (and now I only have one guard dog. Sigh!), was barking quite a bit this morning. Finally, I stopped going to check on every person that walked by our gate. And, then the phone call came! Had I heard all the excitement and commotion outside? Lupita, my neighbor, has had a handy man working for her for the couple of days. He needed something from the hardware store and Lupita needed drinking water, so she took him in her Jeep, dropped him off at the hardware store, bought water, and went back to pick up Don Octavio. On arriving back at her house, Don (a polite term for an employee or gentlemen, not his name, by the way!) Octavio noticed that his bicycle was missing. Lupita who is pretty vivacious and easily upset went goofy asking the neighbors about the bicycle. The lady in the yellow house (we don't know her name) which is next door to Lupita's saw the drunk from the last house in the row, take it and ride off. So Lupita stormed over to his house and gave them 5 minutes to produce the bike or she was calling the police. Since the drunk somehow escaped from jail (where he definitely should be), he started yelling and running around like a rooster with its head cut off, blaming his woman. One of the other drunks who hang around that house got all bent out of shape and promised Lupita that if she gave him 10 minutes, he would get the bicycle back. She said he could have 10 minutes and no more. So the guy takes off running, leaving the others yelling and ranting and raving!!!!!!! In less than 10 minutes, the bike was back although it was covered with mud.

Things have quieted down. Chiquita ate her chicken and rice and went to sleep. Opie and Maxie never knew what happened. And, I only heard the story from Lupita as I was safely in my house, talking on the computer to my friends in Africa and Texas about tortillas!!!!!!