What Comes Around Goes Around

September 22, 2009

It was a normal day at Toad. The fog was in. Everyone was working. There was a meeting going on in the front room … and then suddenly …

Tres bolted out the front door and raced down the sidewalk.
Jeremy jumped in his car and drove after him.
Steve-o zoomed out from the back of the office and ran down the road.
Gordon screeched around the hood in his truck.
Paige took off on her little Vespa, revving it down the street.
Were we making another spontaneous video?

No. Someone had stolen Tres’ bike, quite literally, right in front of him as he sat in a management meeting. The chase was on! We may be a peaceful bunch, but you don’t mess with a Toad’s bike … or beer or dog for that matter.

As the search parties splintered off in all different directions those of us left at our desks were wondering ... what if they catch him? Then what? Do we beat him up? Orrr … Do we go against what seems to be the status quo of bad behavior these days (ehem … Joe, Kanye, Serena) and just call the cops instead?

Out of all the people in the office to apprehend the subject, it happened to be our little Paige, who’s very petite, but doesn’t let her stature fool you. As she motored down Mason street on her Vespa, she saw the bad guy and drew upon her mighty spirit to say, “Hey give me that bike! It’s stolen!” To which he said, “I’m trying to return it. Here take it.” And, then he sprinted toward the beach in the other direction.

Morals of the story? Don’t mess with a Toad’s bike (or Paige apparently), use a bike lock and don’t stoop to the bad guys level.