People suck.
Apr. 12th, 2004 09:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badseed1980Or at least those who ride the T suck.
On Saturday evening, I went to visit my parents. I took the B Line to Park Street and the Red Line to South Station, where I caught my train. I brought my backpack and my knitting bag.
At South Station, I realized I had a little while to go before my train boarder. I got some food and sat down to eat. When it got near time to get on my train, I got up to go wash my hands. I picked up my backpack, but realized my knitting bag wasn't there. Damn, damn, damn. I looked around the station briefly, checking the places where I'd walked. I figured I'd probably left it on the Red Line, which was too short a ride for me to actually do any knitting. I went to the information booth and asked if there was a T official around who I could talk to about that, and they told me I'd have to go down to the subway and ask there. By then, of course, it was time to get on the train. Shit.
I got to my parents' house and looked up a lost-and-found number. I called them when they opened this morning, and got redirected a few times. Neither the Red Line nor the B Line lost-and-found had it, nor did the South Station lost-and-found.
I had hoped that maybe, since there was nothing of any real monetary value in there, someone might have been kind enough to turn it in. But no. Why would they do something nice for someone? The only thing of value in there was over a month's hard work, almost finished. So if there wasn't anything they could sell or anything worth keeping, what the hell did people do with it? Did they just pick it up and chuck it in a trash can for laughs? Or is it possible it's still where I left it and no one's noticed it or picked it up yet? Maybe I'll try calling back this afternoon, or tomorrow. I'm so bummed out. A few more days and I'd have had a beautiful blanket to give my friend for her baby-to-be. I almost started crying when I realized it was lost. All that work for nothing. Yeah, people suck, sure enough.
On Saturday evening, I went to visit my parents. I took the B Line to Park Street and the Red Line to South Station, where I caught my train. I brought my backpack and my knitting bag.
At South Station, I realized I had a little while to go before my train boarder. I got some food and sat down to eat. When it got near time to get on my train, I got up to go wash my hands. I picked up my backpack, but realized my knitting bag wasn't there. Damn, damn, damn. I looked around the station briefly, checking the places where I'd walked. I figured I'd probably left it on the Red Line, which was too short a ride for me to actually do any knitting. I went to the information booth and asked if there was a T official around who I could talk to about that, and they told me I'd have to go down to the subway and ask there. By then, of course, it was time to get on the train. Shit.
I got to my parents' house and looked up a lost-and-found number. I called them when they opened this morning, and got redirected a few times. Neither the Red Line nor the B Line lost-and-found had it, nor did the South Station lost-and-found.
I had hoped that maybe, since there was nothing of any real monetary value in there, someone might have been kind enough to turn it in. But no. Why would they do something nice for someone? The only thing of value in there was over a month's hard work, almost finished. So if there wasn't anything they could sell or anything worth keeping, what the hell did people do with it? Did they just pick it up and chuck it in a trash can for laughs? Or is it possible it's still where I left it and no one's noticed it or picked it up yet? Maybe I'll try calling back this afternoon, or tomorrow. I'm so bummed out. A few more days and I'd have had a beautiful blanket to give my friend for her baby-to-be. I almost started crying when I realized it was lost. All that work for nothing. Yeah, people suck, sure enough.
