Have you ever been so mad at yourself
that you feel the internal combustion/ urge to throw up come on at the same time?
I felt that way tonight.
For tonight was the night I accidentally left one of my bags on the "crack mac's" station platform after sitting down to rest between train transfers. It was only when I got to Chinook station, 20 mins away, that I realized something was missing.
Rage. Despair. Pure and utter astonishment at your own forgetfulness.
Despite having left my bag at THE worst station in the city
and with the least hope of it being there upon my return, I set back down the tracks with only the faintest hope that my bag full of pricey workout gear, sneakers, and my lone souvenir of the first Bon Jovi concert I went to (a baseball cap),would still be sitting there where I left it.
Lo and behold, no bag. As my boyfriend so eloquently put it, a homeless person is probably
wearing my bright blue sports bra as a hat right now.
I can only hope that this donation to the transient population brings me good train karma for at least 7 years.
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