Thanks to the fabulous world of having a rental car over the last week, poor Fifi has been locked up in the basement next to the washers.
And you know what? I feel guilty.
I realize she's a bike, but the feeling is similar to when you leave your pet behind while you're on vacation. Even though there is a giant bowl of food and water, you get the pang of guilt as you close the door and say goodbye.
Don't worry Fifi, Le Car is gone so you'll be my bestie again.