First day back from vacation, aargh, dept. scheduled an all-staff meeting FIRST THING; mild AM scramble. Actually hit the road a few minutes EARLY, didn't even get to the end of my block, when... dude on the side of the road, generic new-ish commuter (Trek? Spec? Giant? whatevah) flipped over, tugging at his chain. Fah, this'll probably make me late... "Need anything?"
Chain was stuck between two of the chainrings. Whipped out my Leatherman, grabbed it with the pliers, tug here, tug there, dude was on his way, and I JUST made the meeting on time, albeit looking a bit conspicuous still carrying my big-@$$ pink helmet and hi-viz vest.
Commute home was a slog through "hippie Christmas" - moving day in Madison, the day MOST leases expire. Crap piled on the terraces, moving trucks all over, area n00bs all confounded by the one-way streets, etc. Dragged home the hulk of a '90s Hard Rock Sport; it's on the fence between a parts donor and a fixer-upper.