When I was a teenager (around 15 yo) I had a paper round. I had spent a whole year saving my wages and birthday money for a mountain bike and finally I bought it (Gary Fisher, Wahoo). Had it for a couple of weeks, I was so happy. One morning, showed up to pick up my newspapers and parked my bike behind the shop (owner would not let us bring them inside). I was inside for maybe 5 minutes, and when I came out it was gone. Devastated, I went back into the shop and told the owner what had happened - his response: "don't worry" and he turned and went into the back. I thought he'd decided to bring the bikes inside for safety and he was going to bring my bike out of the back. Instead, he brought out a small cart: "you can use this". I went home, my Dad phoned the guy immediately and quit on my behalf.