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  • Riding to my second ever restaurant delivery shift last night, my back wheel began to jerk around like crazy and I realized that the screw attaching one side of my rack to the wheel had fallen off entirely. Very bad, I thought, so I walked panic-faced into a hardware store a few blocks away to ask if they could identify the missing part. The guy behind the counter had an Igor-esque countenance and immediately began laughing at how worried I looked. He got right to work fixing my bike. He was having trouble forcing the rack back into place when a customer came over -- he introduced himself by saying that he was from Ghana and even though America beat Ghana, we could all still be friends -- and helped him out. They made a bunch of phallic jokes about getting the screw in the hole and got my rack all fixed up right as rain. The hardware store refused to charge me anything.
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