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Due to the fact that my car went to the Great Parking Lot in the Sky a few months ago and that I currently have several bills to pay off before I can think about taking out a new auto loan, I have to take the bus to work these days. It's not as bad as it could be - the bus stop is literally in my front yard, it only takes about 45 minutes to get there, a monthly pass costs half what gassing up my car for the month did, and the buses are rarely if ever behind schedule here. (Sometimes when I work late I have to beg a ride from a coworker or take an Uber, but that's another topic.)
The bus usually drops me off at my work about 30-40 minutes before I start, which is more than enough time for me to grab a bite to eat before I have to start. I was craving a breakfast burrito from Sonic this morning, and when I went to pay for it I reached for my pocket to find my pocket was empty. Oh, crap, I left my wallet at home! I thought to myself. That's OK, my bank has an ATM just a few blocks away. I have enough time to walk there and take out some cash (my bank's ATMs let you request a code with their mobile app that you can punch in if you don't have your card on you) so that I can buy lunch at work and pay for my bus fare home.
Bus fare?
Wait a minute.
I keep my bus pass in my wallet. How'd I get on the bus if I left my wallet at home.
Oh
I left my wallet on the bus.
(mushroom cloud)
Everything's in there. My ID. My debit card. My credit cards. My insurance cards. My Social Security card. (I know carrying it on you is risky, but it's the only place I can put it where I know I won't forget where it is.) What do I do? The downtown bus station has a lost & found, but who knows if a driver will find it before an unscrupulous rider does? As I'm trying to ponder whether there's some way to call the bus company and see if they can contact the driver, I remember to myself that that bus runs on a loop and should be coming back this way in 20 minutes or so. I go across the street and wait for the bus.
The bus comes back. I sheepishly tell the driver I was just on this bus and I think I left my wallet on it. She tells me to go ahead and get on and see. As I climb on I see someone's sitting in the same seat I was in. My hope sinks. I walk up to him and ask;
Me: Excuse me, sir? I think I dropped my wallet in this seat. Could I check?
Him: OK.
He stands up. I lean over and look in - and there, on the floor under the seat, lying open, is my wallet. I pick it up expecting to find it picked clean - and all my stuff is still there!
I muttered some incoherent words of thanks to him, the driver, life, the universe, and everything, and got back off just in time to get to work in time to punch in. I didn't get my breakfast burrito, but that was a small price to pay.
Moral of the story? Check your pockets before you get off the bus.
The bus usually drops me off at my work about 30-40 minutes before I start, which is more than enough time for me to grab a bite to eat before I have to start. I was craving a breakfast burrito from Sonic this morning, and when I went to pay for it I reached for my pocket to find my pocket was empty. Oh, crap, I left my wallet at home! I thought to myself. That's OK, my bank has an ATM just a few blocks away. I have enough time to walk there and take out some cash (my bank's ATMs let you request a code with their mobile app that you can punch in if you don't have your card on you) so that I can buy lunch at work and pay for my bus fare home.
Bus fare?
Wait a minute.
I keep my bus pass in my wallet. How'd I get on the bus if I left my wallet at home.
Oh
I left my wallet on the bus.(mushroom cloud)
Everything's in there. My ID. My debit card. My credit cards. My insurance cards. My Social Security card. (I know carrying it on you is risky, but it's the only place I can put it where I know I won't forget where it is.) What do I do? The downtown bus station has a lost & found, but who knows if a driver will find it before an unscrupulous rider does? As I'm trying to ponder whether there's some way to call the bus company and see if they can contact the driver, I remember to myself that that bus runs on a loop and should be coming back this way in 20 minutes or so. I go across the street and wait for the bus.
The bus comes back. I sheepishly tell the driver I was just on this bus and I think I left my wallet on it. She tells me to go ahead and get on and see. As I climb on I see someone's sitting in the same seat I was in. My hope sinks. I walk up to him and ask;
Me: Excuse me, sir? I think I dropped my wallet in this seat. Could I check?
Him: OK.
He stands up. I lean over and look in - and there, on the floor under the seat, lying open, is my wallet. I pick it up expecting to find it picked clean - and all my stuff is still there!
I muttered some incoherent words of thanks to him, the driver, life, the universe, and everything, and got back off just in time to get to work in time to punch in. I didn't get my breakfast burrito, but that was a small price to pay.
Moral of the story? Check your pockets before you get off the bus.
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