>>1312028I cycled to get some grocery, went out of the shop in like four minutes and saw that my bike that I chained to a lamp is lying down and when I get closer I saw it is missing front wheel and next to it is lying mismatching wheel.
Perplexed I looked around and sure enough 50 meters away, two men around 50 were fixing their 26'' bike with my 28'' wheel. I never fought or anything, didnt have any weapon and was walking to confront two men bigger than me who on top of that seemed visibly drunk as I got closer. But I just had to say it you know. If I was going into a lost fight, I just had to banter them, so I said in english (this was in Norway and they kinda looked polish) "Did you just steal my fucking wheel?" and expected resistance.
Instead they just babbled in a terrible dialect something about thinking the bike was abandoned (which on the other hand is not uncommon and I keep my bike looking like a wreck on purpose), so I answered in norwegian "well its not available, now go get your wheel" I grabbed my wheel, ready to use it as a bludgeon. But nothing happen, they looked like confused beaten dogs, one of them just went with me (I was still half expecting getting stabbed, but composed something that I thought might resemble a posture of authority), took his original wheel and fucked off. I think I was quite lucky that day.
