Don't cross me. Seriously.

I dropped in to check on the "progress" on my scooter today. The minute I walk in the door, the owner waves, and says, "There's been a change to the playlist".

I look down at my iPod shuffle, confused.

He meant at the shop. My stomach sank. I hoped he wasn't about to tell me that something important came up, and they wouldn't be able to start work on my scooter until... well... ever.

Turns out, that's not what he meant. He meant that he fired the manager. I'm sure that it's not all because of my situation, but for a little while, I'd like to pretend that I got someone fired because they messed with me.

Shelby will be starting on my scooter tomorrow - we'll see - he better if he knows what's good for him, I get people fired. I asked if I could see the frame I'd be getting. The owner said I could even pick it out!

I went upstairs and looked over the two frames I had to choose from, and picked one that seemed to have a) less mileage on it, b) better overall condition, c) good play in the brake and clutch cables, d) a rack on the legshield, e) wasn't missing the piaggio badge on the leg shield. The only problem was that it was missing the buddy seat in the back. The owner said they'd put on a new seat. Cool.

I told him that'd I'd be stopping by regularly. Not to be a pest, but I'm interested in the whole process. I want to see the guts. (Ok, I also want to be a pest. A pest who gets people fired!)

I'm very excited. I've seen the scooter. It exists. It's beautiful and shiny. And it's going to be mine!