The bikewoman

Ok, in case you were wondering, I haven't died, just been busy enjoying the wonderful weather and freaking out over my applications to university (if there was a record of changed applications I would have it).
Yesterday Tricia came to visit and is staying with us until Friday. Verri nize, decided to skip class today in order to learn more important stuff, like playing frisbee. Had to leave the park in the afternoon to go and re-rent my bike. Also to fix some stuff, like the broken bell and the parcelcarrier wich has fallen off. Unfortunately, the new bikeshop-manager (old, grey woman) is not at all as friendly or easy-going as the flirtacious guy before her. As I entered to pay my monthly rent she inmediately told me that I had to show her the Ifalpes-student card, something the other guy never bothered about. Ok, off to the school to get the card, then off to nearest photo-station to get the two photos required. The bikewoman didn't look too impressed when I thriumphantly returned an hour later with the studentcard. "Vous devez faire une photocopy aussi".
When I came back with the photocoy she seemed to lighten up. I took my creditcard up and waited for her to start the examination of the bike, wich usually takes 5 minutes. "Bon, Vous pouvez retourner apres une heure".
Returned after one hour and the dorbell was fixed but the parcelcarrier was still the same. She didn't have any more of those, she explained. I should really be more careful with my bike. I tried to explain, as politely as possible, that the broken stuff was more due to crappy bike-quality than my way of riding it. Almost everyone at shool had had some problem with their bikes; chains falling of all the time, broken bells etc. This didn't seem to convince her. There is no problem with the bikes, she said. The quality is excellent. No fence, but she knew how the students from Ifalpes drove their bikes. Exhausted after spending the afternoon dealing with bike-stuff I finally surrended. "A la prochain fois", she shouted threatening as I walked out, leading the bike. "Looking forward to it", I shouted back. Not.