I wandered forlornly about the parking lot, hoping it would magically reappear.
Finally I told the CVS people what had happened, and left my name and number in case they heard anything. Then I walked home. Looking like an idiot, going for a walk in biking shorts.....
Of course, now my car is at least a 6-mile walk away, which while not unthinkable would be quite a bother. Fortunately I just called and they let me pay for it on credit card and will leave the keys in the locked vehicle. So at least I can wait until after hours and convince somebody to give me a ride.
But I miss my bike! I loved my bike! It was only 2 years old, and I'd gotten all kinds of nice features on it, and really enjoyed riding it. Plus, all my equipment (helmet, gloves, lock (dammit), trunk, etc) is missing, along with it. If I find the asshole that did it.... I actually saw a fire truck drive by while I was walking home, and ungraciously half-hoped that the bike-stealer had gotten into an accident on it. This theft has turned me into a cruel person. At least for today.