Just got back from the bike shop. Turns out the LBS guy -was- probably in a bad mood as one poster suggested.
I got in and he smiles at me and wheels the bike around and says:
'...turns out it needed trued near the nipple, and wasn't as bad as I thought.'
So I sez:
'...hey you got change for a twenty?'
Even though he said they don't take tips, I replied that he's taken me in front of other work a couple times. He reluctantly accepted, and grinning put Mr Lincoln in his pocket.
