This is my first Pit so forgive me if it’s a little lame.
The other day I was waiting for a bus downtown. I was pacing around, as I am wont to do, when I noticed a small red paper shopping bag sitting next to a big slab of concrete “art*” that people tend to use as a bench. There were two women sitting on the “art*” bench and at first I thought it belonged to one of them. But why would they set it behind them, where they couldn’t see it because of the “art*” they were sitting on? I started walking toward it, thinking I’d bring it into the store that was nearby and explain that someone had forgotten it outside. Then, if they remembered, they could have a place to check to see if someone had turned it in.
Just then, a woman who had been standing by the storefront rushes to the bag, picks it up and walks away. I do not think it was hers and this is why: She was holding several things when she spotted me moving toward the bag. Including a plastic kitchen bag half full of stuff. Why, amongst all the things she was carrying would she set down the itty bitty shopping bag and not the rest of the stuff and then stand ten feet away?
So, as I’m pondering this behavior and being peeved because I was going to do the right thing and she stopped me, the bus pulls up. It turns out she had been right around the corner. As I’m waiting to go in the front door, she zips in the back door and I find her sitting in the front sideways seat.
Just for the heck of it, I sit in the seat just past her and experiment in boring a hole with my eyes through her frontward facing head. It must have worked because as we’re pulling away from the stop, she turns to see me right next to her. Surprise, surprise, she gets off at the next stop, a level two blocks away, and takes off at a fast pace. She could have walked it in the time she took the bag (and sped off in the opposite direction, past the women on the “art*”) and when the bus showed up.
Maybe the law of “Finder’s Keepers” applies here but it still bugs the heck out of me. I hope whatever was in that bag wasn’t very expensive and the person who bought it isn’t out that much. Or better yet, I hope whatever it is carries some bad mojo for the woman who took it.
Like I said, a lame rant but give me some time and some practice and I’m sur I can come up with something better. You Dopers will have to help me with the obliglatory cussing 'cause I tend to have a personal aversion to that.
*The “art” is a concrete slab about two feet high, a foot and a half wide and four feet long. It is rough hewn on top and smooth on the side. The “artist” won one of several city grants set aside to “brighten up” our streets. Yup, a nondescript slab of concrete will do that, and at the measly price of several thousand dollars.
Thus goes the half a rant.
