The story in today's column of the bikini top that went missing reminded Laura Renz of another story.
"For about 10 years our group of bikers has had a male (small person) blow-up doll named Vince. He has gone on a lot of rides, been tattooed with ink pens and even has some cute little pants he wears."
One day a friend ended up with Vince. So Laura asked him to bring Vince to a gathering at a cycling bar.
"I got home the next day and realized I had forgotten to get Vince from him."
She called her friend. But he insisted he had carefully folded Vince and tucked him in Laura's saddlebag.
They went back and forth, trying to figure out what had happened. Finally, Laura asked where her bike was parked when he placed Vince in her saddlebag.
Turns out, he placed the well-traveled doll in someone else's bike bag.
An email call for his safe return went unanswered.
Vince has since been replaced. But Laura still wonders what happened when that unknown person with the other bike got home and discovered the blow-up doll.
Or what if someone else found it in that person's bag?
Just imagine that conversation.