N: Words/Phrases I'm Sick Of

 It isn’t
some four letter Chinese equivalent, but it hurts and makes me incredibly angry
when I have used it.  This morning
I went outside to take out the trash. 
On the way back I noticed something.  I ran to the front gate of the complex.  Didn’t see anything.  Walked about half way back to the
house, stopped, turned around, and went to talk to the gate attendant. 我自行车丢了。 My bike is lost. 
Not so much along the lines of lost.  More along the lines of stolen. 丢了 - diu le。We have used it
three times this year.  First, K’s
original bike.  Then her second
bike.  And finally, mine.

We had a theory that
has blown to shreds.  With the way
that people fawn over children being that generally each family only gets one,
we thought that there might be a little security having the child seat on the
bike.  Not true.  Even with a lock for both wheels on my
bike AND Shep’s kid seat on bike, it was still taken. 

After K’s second
bike was stolen and one of our favorite tutors found out through another
friend, she sent a text to K saying something along the lines of, “I hate those
people.  I hate the people that
steal things.”  K stared at the message
for awhile trying to figure out how to respond.  We hate that our bikes were stolen, but what sort of
behavior should we expect from people, whether in the States or China or
anywhere else, that are slaves to selfishness?

“Thanks for your
sympathy,” was what K wrote back to her.

At least my bike
tires were a little flat.