Yesterday morning, I spent 45 minutes hunting high and low for my monthly travel pass…. It was not in any of the usual places…. but it was a long weekend, and I went out to do social things, so maybe the routine of where I put things got out of sync….. Nope. Could not find it. Odd, I’m usually so good at keeping track of things like that. Then it hit me…. I went out to the back garden, and there was a tiny bit of paper under the washing line just where I hung all those shirts out to dry on the weekend. I unfolded the sorry mess (about the size of a quarter, amazingly) carefully to reveal.. a shrivelled-up travel pass. Sigh. Not a good start to the week. (Although given my weird (?) psychological makeup, it was a huge relief to know that I had not really misplaced it outside the home somewhere. I hate losing things.)

I’ve since been preparing to sheepishly explain to bus drivers about the “embarrassing laundry incident”, but it seems that it is quite common as they don’t give my taped-together-barely-readable pass a second look. I might not have to buy a new one if I can make it last just another week. On the down side, my collection of old passes is ruined now….

-cvj