I left my bike locked up outside the Bondi Police station yesterday. Sadly my key broke in the lock and I was forced to resort to drastic measures to free it. Firstly I bought a pair of pliers and twisted the key around while a whole lot of cops stood around watching. One of them had brought three giant sized boxes of donuts back from the store, pretty much reinforcing every stereotype I had. When that failed, there was a cab ride, a visit to Bunnings and an eventual return with a massive pair of bolt cutters.
I would have thought when a guy with a shaved head, a three day growth and a hoodie starts attacking a bike lock with bolt cutters directly outside a cop shop, some suspicions may be raised. Apparently not.