r/mildlyamusing

I was out for a ride on the greenway last Saturday morning. It was actually nice and cool before the August heat really kicked in (August in the midwest is brutal), so I was just cruising along, not in any rush.

About three miles in, I saw this guy standing on the grass shoulder looking super defeated, holding a tiny blue kids bike. His son, probably around five or six, was sitting on a bench looking like his dog just died. The kid rear tire was completely flat.

I slowed down and asked, you guys good? The dad sighed and said they were probably going to have to walk all the way back to the parking lot. He had not brought a pump since it was just a quick neighborhood loop, and the kid was clearly devastated that bike day was over.

Luckily, I keep a hoto pump in my backpack for slow leaks. I offered to top it up for them. It only took maybe thirty seconds, but we chatted while it ran. He told me he had not ridden a bike in years and was just trying to get back into it to keep up with his son.

When the pump stopped, the kid ran over, poked the tire, and his eyes got huge. He looked up at me with deadpan seriousness and said, Thanks, bike doctor.

It was such a brief, random little detour but its been making me smile all week. It is funny how a two-minute stop probabaly saved that kid weekend, and honestly ended up making mine too.

anyway, just wanted to share that. I think I have officially peaked as a cyclist. It is all downhill from here.

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My desk chair has been squeaking for like three weeks. it wasn't just a slight wobble either. Every time I shifted my weight, the left armrest let out this dramatic groan like the door of a haunted house.

Honestly starting to feel like a minor social crime. Every time I leaned back, the guy in the next cubicle would literally stop typing for a second. it was way too small of an issue to submit a real maintenance ticket for, so I just decided to fix it myself.I brought my little hoto pixeldrive from home. its just a tiny electric screwdriver that fits in my bag, so I figured I'd wait until lunch when half the office was out grabbing food. Two loose screws. Maybe three minutes tops. No one would even notice.

At 12:15 the floor was dead silent. I pulled it out of my backpack, lined it up with the screw, and pressed the button. i completely underestimated how sound travels in an open office. In a quiet room, the high-pitched whir of that tiny motor acted like a dog whistle for anyone silently putting up with broken furniture.

The guy next to me instantly popped his head over the partition. He looked at my hands and was like, 'Since you already have that thing out, my armrest has the exact same issue.'i said sure, because it literally takes five seconds. I walked over and tightened his chair. But then a woman from marketing saw me doing it. She wandered over and asked if I could 'quickly' look at her monitor arm that kept sagging. I did that, too.

By the time I got back to my desk, someone from accounting had literally left a wobbly desk organizer right next to my keyboard with a sticky note on it. It just said 'thanks!' I didn't even get to finish my sandwich. I just wanted to fix my chair so I could sit in peace.

So yeah, lesson learned. Never let your coworkers see you holding a tool. You will instantly become the default office handyman.

The milk smells fine so I'm committing to this decision. No ragrets.