“Why are you so damn angry?” Chris asked his bicycle mechanic.
“For crissake, Chris. I just spoke to you about this on Thursday, didn’t I?” Ari answered. “I told you that you needed to check out all the spokes on your wheels before taking that trail ride.”
“Well, why didn’t you inspect them when I was here on Thursday?” Chris asked.
“Oh come on, Chris,” Ari said. “I did offer to do that, but I couldn’t do it immediately. I told you I’d get to it first thing Friday morning, but you said you couldn’t leave your bike with me and then you never showed up at all on Friday.”
“Can you fix it, Ari?” Chris asked.
“Seriously? Look at your wheel rim, dude. It’s totally mangled and there’s barely a single unbroken spoke,” Ari said. “I’m going to have to order a new wheel.”
“That really sucks,” Chris said.
“Yeah, it does, dude,” Ari said. “A new alloy wheel will run about sixty bucks. Plus another 15 to 20 to tighten the spokes and true the wheel.”
“Holy shit. Is that the best you can do?” Chris asked.
Ari shook his head. “If you’d only listened when we spoke on Thursday, I would have tightened and tune your spokes in both wheels for free first thing Friday morning.”
Ari felt kinda bad for Chris, even though he knew it was Chris’ fault. “Look, dude, when I get the new wheel in, I’ll give you a call and teach you how to tighten your spokes and true your wheel.”
“Thanks, Ari,” Chris said. “You’re a good man.”
“Fine, dude,” Ari said. “But just try listening to me next time, okay?”
Written for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The challenge is to use the word “spoke” somewhere, in some form, in your post.