Well, today has been just one big ol' plate of mystery.
Sitting outside watching the school parking lot this morning, who should appear but a young lass in flip-flops and a skirt and with a blue plastic net ballerina thingy over it, pushing a bicycle. Not riding. Pushing. I don't know where she came from. Not the road out in front of the school. It's a two-lane county road with no sidewalks. There is no road behind the school. There's a pond/lagoon kind of thingy, and some woods, and the mine tailings, and a softball field. She could possibly have pushed that bike along the nature trail from the Elementia area. But let's face it, that's a nature trail, and nature tends towards entropy, and that path is a path in name only. Nobody wants to push a bike through brambles, with twigs grabbing the ballerina skirt right off their booty.
Sister Nature pushed that bicycle right up the blacktop hill in front of me, greeted me warmly, and asked, "Where's the bike rack?" Well, Sister Nature, it's like this: the school is not located in town, nobody rides a bike to high school, and there has never, ever been a bicycle rack on these premises in the nine years that we've been learnin' students in this building. What actually came out of my mouth was, "There isn't one. But you can lean it up against the building. There's no way to lock it up, though." She smiled and gestured at her mount. "Oh, I can't imagine that anybody would want to steal this." Ya got that right, Sistah!
Things get stranger every day as the end of the school year approaches.