Public Losses

Every year I seem to never learn my lesson. I remind myself time and time again, but it so happens to be an unfortunate occurrence that I must face…annually. In the months of winter (which seems to be half of the year here) when toques, mitts, scarves and related accessories Edmonton’s deep freeze calls for, something will go missing from me.

& this is how this lost and never found story goes…

When I plop myself down on my usual bus routes to school, I tend to take my mitts off and place them on my lap so I can religiously go about reading my copy of the Metro each morning. I kill my commute reading, and at the same time, I'm informed on up-to-date local and across the world headlines. I must comment that whoever started this free newspaper is just fabulous. However, I get so caught up in the stories, news, gossip, recipes, entertainment that when I arrive at the stop where I need to get off, I fold my Metro up, put my arms through my backpack and prepare myself to get off the bus. In the midst of this morning routine though, I FORGET about my mittens or gloves I had placed on my lap! As a result, I get up, they fall to the dirty (and sometimes muddy) ETS floors, and I don’t realize this until I’m off the bus. 

AHHHHHHHHH! UGGGGGGGH! If you don’t sense my frustration, you do NOOOOOOOWWW as I watch the bus drive away and visualize myself chasing after it =(

Earlier this year I had left my beloved black beanie on the ETS, and after multiple phone calls and messages left on an annoying answering machine, I had to assume someone probably took it as there was no reply from my missing beanie. Neither did I get a reply from anything else I’ve lost before.

Just last week, my knitted grey gloves faced the same fate as I abruptly got off the bus. This tipped off my anger cap as prior to this year, I had lost a pair of gloves (which were only a week new!), and the year before, another pair of finger mittens with coverings over them. I thought I learned my lesson from the previous incidents and I always make a conscious effort to put what I take off into my backpack, but why oh why did this have to happen infamously AGAIN?!?! 

I’m not even going to bother with searching anymore. I might as well do what elementary school kids do and sew a string that attaches my gloves/mittens to my jacket… and maybe even a string for my beanie to my hood.

How ridiculous of me.

Any brainy suggestions?