..so I arrive at the bus station early, pop myself down on my window ledge and set to reading my Kindal glancing at the digital clock occasionally to gauge how much reading time I have left. Not too difficult as not a very gripping story.
With about a minuet to go I shut down the Kindal put it away in my bag and take out my bus pass. I look out through the window as that is the direction the bus comes, but it is not easy to see as in the semi darkness the window acts a bit like a mirror and reflects the light of traffic and busses behind me as well as letting me glimpse the oncoming traffic.
As time passes and soon due, turns to due, to late and I begin to wonder if the bus is coming or has there been a timetable change I have not been aware of, my hands start to get a bit chilled so I put them into my pockets while I think what time the next bus option will arrive and will it make me late or not. Continually I look at the time and out through the window as if that would make the bus arrive.
As I do so a yellow bus pulls up, I recognise the number as one I occasionally get homeward bound but have never used for the outward journey. I will get that one I decide and head for the bus, better to be moving and get a little warmed up and add the experience of the route in a new direction, as I get to the bus I open my bag to get out my bus pass..it is not there! A quick double check of the compartment it is supposed to be in and..nothing. I back away from the bus to get better light and make a more careful check. No bus pass, my bag has lots of compartments, a place for the rarely used mobile phone, a place for purse, kindal, comb, bus pass, lipstick/salve, handkerchief, fold up shopping bag, rain hat and all the other miscellaneous but essential items most women will fully understand and few men grasp the point of. So feeling rather peeved with myself and on the understanding that I did not have enough real money with me to purchase a day ticket I retreated to my window sill for a methodical take it all out one compartment at a time just to be sure I had not dropped it in the wrong one by mistake, search of my bag.
As I am doing this the bus I was waiting for in the first place arrives..oh this is so frustrating.. I try and think, what did I do with the pass yesterday? Took it out of my bag and put it in my pocket at the exchange point on the way home, what if I had put it back in my pocket after using it. Slim chance but I reach into my pocket hoping and yes, there it is just in time to get on the bus and head off to work.
Moving towards my favourite seat I start to think how lucky I have been that having left my pass in my pocket it had not fallen out either on the walk home the evening before or this morning. Mid thought, I stop with the duh moment. It had not been in my coat pocket since the night before, I had taken it out of my bag at the bus station ready for the bus to arrive, had it in my hand when I pout my hand in my pocket to warn it up and there it had stayed.
It can't have been more than five or six minutes between my taking the pass out, putting my hand in my pocket and the yellow bus arriving and in that time I had completely forgotten my actions! I guess I was even less awake than I thought. Although, and be truthful now, on reading this were you saying dafty it is in your coat pocket or had you forgotten reading I had taken it out of my bag and it was in my hand?
