A Pair of Shoes

I was running late this morning. The great thing about modern technology is that it's handy when it works. I have a "keyless" car, meaning i push a button and the car starts. Well, theoretically as long as the key fob is on me in the car. When technology doesn't work, time becomes lost. The key fob didn't quite work so i was delayed while figuring out the manual workaround on getting the car to go.

(Now, i have said this a billion times. There is always a reason why i run late at certain times.)

This delayed my drive to the park and ride. I ended up catching a later bus than usual. There were just a few people on the bus and so i took my usual spot in the back by the door. I noticed that there was a plastic bag wedged under "my" seat.

The thought occurred to me, do i kick it? see what it's in it? do i dare touch it because what if it's "unsafe"? You know all of those posters we see about, "if a package is left behind... don't touch it"? So i had a moment of indecision. I kicked the bag. Nothing. I then made the logical choice of sitting across the aisle from my seat. I didn't want the hassle of someone telling me i left a bag behind when it wasn't mine.

Well, i sat there in my new seat. I thought, you know, i should just tell the bus driver there is a package back here. So i went up and told her and she came back and looked in the bag. It was a pair of men's shoes. Someone is probably tromping around work in their snow boots right now.

I guess the reason for me being late this morning was to discover those shoes.