Absent Mindedness

This morning I woke up in the usual way; to the boisterous bleeping of the damned alarm clock I hate so much, followed by a half-hearted attempt at stumbling out of bed and somehow getting my shit together to leave the house and get to the bus stop in the nick of time. So, I get there, the sun is hot, and the stuff on my back is heavy. I think here it is suitable to mention that for some unearthly reason, I chose to have a very large sketchbook for my drawing class, hence the need to have to hold it in my hands (as opposed to having gotten one that would fit nicely in a bag of sorts). So, as I was saying, it was hot and stuff was heavy, so I put it on the bench to try and find my bus pass. I found it. The bus came. I got on. The second the bus took off I had a moment of panic… you may know this moment. The moment of “WTF, why is my right arm free?”… As in, AAHH crap I left my sketchbook on the bench…

But what could I do? I could have gotten off at the next stop and caught a bus back to pick it up (it is far too large a walking distance between stops with this bus), but that would have taken at least 10 minutes in waiting for an appropriate bus, then another 10 for another bus to take me to school… In all, 20 minutes of wasted time, plus the 17 minutes it takes to get to school (yes, I have worked this out!)- I think you get the picture. Under normal circumstances, I would have probably gone back for it anyway, but I didn’t want to be late today because we were going on a fieldtrip someplace and I would not have known where it was we were going if I were late and missed all of us walking over there. So I went. I sent a text message to Sascha, who said she’d have a look for it at the bus stop when she was going to the city- this wouldn’t be for another hour and a half-still, better than nothing.

So, an hour and a half passed, and I get this message “sorry, it’s not there”… I wanted to scream all kinds of obscenities, but that may have disrupted my class… Seriously though, who steals a sketch book? So, uhh, I texted back with something stupid like “did you check under the bench? Maybe it fell..”.. Yeah, nice one, I’m pretty sure she would have thought of that too ya know. To my surprise, I get this reply; “shit! It’s on the bench at Mt Gravatt!”… This being the bus stop after the one where I had left the book… This prompted me to think “What kind of idiot steals a sketch book and LEAVES it at the next stop?” Lucky for me, I now had a 25 minute break… So I power-walked to the bus station, bussed my way to Mt G, and holy crap my sketch book was still there. So I picked it up, got on the next bus back to the city and realised that the stress of that whole ordeal had made me terribly, terribly hungry.

So, according to Roadee, the moral of this story is as follows,
"don't leave your shit behind, because no matter what it is, some dick will take it and play sillybuggers with it"

The End.