


My bike was stolen but
As the title says, today I became a member of a club no one wants to join: my bike got stolen right outside a Woolworths.
I actually had an AirTag hidden on it, but for some reason, the Find My app was being completely useless and wouldn't update. Fast forward five hours later, and I suddenly get a notification on my Apple Watch showing its location all the way out in the Melbourne suburbs.
I was absolutely fuming and ready for whatever, so I hopped straight into an Uber. 25 minutes later, I arrived at the house where they were hiding it. I couldn't see it from the street, so I actually had to climb up a ladder to get a proper look into the property, and yep—there she was.
At that point, I was so mad I was prepared for a confrontation, but when I walked up to the front door, the place was completely empty. No one was around. So, I just grabbed my bike and walked right out.
Honestly, I still can't believe I got it back.
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