"Mama," my son said. "I need a new bike."
"What do you mean, 'you need a new bike?'" I said. The kid had gotten a new bike a year ago, and it seemed to fit him just fine.
"Well, somebody left some 20 pound test line in the way, and it ended up in my chain and wheel."
Uh oh. That didn't sound good. I went outside to investigate the situation. What I found was a serious mess. An entire reel's worth of fishing line was wrapped around my son's back wheel and entwined in his chain links. "Let me get the sissors," I said.
I came back out and started working on that thing. Let me just say, it took almost an hour to cut out all that fishing line and get it out of the chain. When I was done, my hands were covered in black chain grease. I was not a happy camper.
"Listen here, kid," I said. "You make sure that 'somebody' doesn't leave fishing line hanging around on the ground anymore, because if that 'somebody' does, this 'somebody' isn't going to be very happy!"