After a long lazy weekend I had all but forgotten about bike gone missing. Truth be said the very next day I was already smiling and saying Good morning to Portinaia like any other morning.
Which is why this morning when I came downstairs and saw a little green bike that was not our missing bike, but definitely a child’s bike parked right smack inside Portinaia’s office I got this really terrible gut feeling that suddenly I was about to come face to face with that one guy I can not stand..
I try to stuff my head under the collar of my coat and almost make it out the door when I hear someone call me from behind. “Mi scusi” which is “excuse me” I turn around with a smile on my face and look directly into Portinaia ‘s bright blue eyes “Buongiorno” I say. Portinaia says to me in Italian “listen I’m really sorry about your daughter’s bike, I was tired and wasn’t thinking, anyway I got her this bike and well it’s not new, I mean I couldn’t afford to buy her a new bike, but I think it will work…” and now I feel really, really bad..because accidents do happen and how many have I made in my life, and while I was a bit upset about it the very last thing I wanted was for her to buy another bike! I look at this pretty Italian girl and tell her she did not have to get my daughter another bike, that I am really a nice person deep down inside and would have never expected her to buy another bike.
She looks at me and says “I know, that’s why I got it..”
I thank her about 100 times and then I look down at the little green bike with a panda horn on the handle bars and promise myself to never ever again get upset about the small stuff. Ever. Really. It’s a new me.