Sadly...

The back tire of my bike is no more. I knew there was rust on the rim, but didn't appreciate how much. I shamefully was also aware that the back wheel was wobbling during my rides, and still this didn't stop me from scooting all over town. I pumped up the tire after work today, smoothly pushed off of the curb, and heard two bangs in quick succession. The first was my metal rim cracking in two, and the second was the sound of my tire getting punctured and deflating instantly. The noise resembled a gunshot and certainly got the attention of all the motorists lined up at the light - however, I regret to report (much to my father's disappointment) that I did not catch the look on the U.N. guard's face. I'm sure he instinctively reached for his holster. 

And while we're on the subject of the guards, I also VERY stupidly showed up to work today with a butter knife stashed in my bag. I have no plans to take a fellow intern hostage, it was simply left over from my watermelon carving at the beach. Security was none too pleased with me sliding that through the x-ray machine. It's hardly a Bayonet of Death, but it was definitely enough to warrant a reprimand.