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As usual, I got off at Lawrence and fled outside to the bus station, leaving the poor lemmings to wait for the bus in the smoggy, damp, rank darkness. I had my library shoulder bag and the backpack. I was so engrossed in the book I was reading ("Ferdydurke") I climbed aboard mechanically and, totally oblivious to my surroundings, continued to read until my stop. Only then I noticed--with unutterable horror--that I'd lost the purse/backpack somewhere. Ooooh, the devastation! And yes--practically the first thought was "my pet! I lost my pet--it truly is OVER!" I sat there like a cretin and kept repeating "how could that happen, how could that happen", while the driver tried to help, calling the tower to see if anyone reported a bag on the subway etc. We stopped at the light before Lawrence when I saw a GUY HOLDING MY PURSE IN THE STREET, asking people about it...! I jumped off the bus, screaming "that's mine, that's mine" and grabbed precious to my chest--I couldn't believe it, I still can't, it sat there alone on the bench on a busy street for at least 40 minutes and NOBODY touched it! Thank you, terrorism. |