I am so pissed.
Someone swiped my Muni pass.
Maybe. Part of the reason I'm so mad is that it might have been my fault. I might have accidentally slipped it out along with one of the other ones (I had three weekly ones all stacked together in the same clear pocket in my wallet) and not noticed.
But I found this out when I left the Castro tree-lighting (was caroling with LGCSF) and reached for it to put in a turnstile at the Castro station. And it wasn't there. And it was pouring.
I used last week's when I came home last night, and today was the first time I would have used this one. I didn't notice if it was there or not when I left the house today, because I'd forgotten that I had to switch to the new one. I don't have to show my pass at the 25th Ave. stop. It's more likely that I dropped it than that someone stole it, but it's been in my wallet for a couple of weeks now and I have no idea when it might have disappeared. I have left my wallet unattended on several occasions, with my other stuff, and since there's no money in it, I might not have noticed if someone went through it. But maybe I'm just being paranoid. I don't have the money for a new one. I was hoping I'd have an opportunity this week that would let me afford the next week's. A Muni pass is my freedom.
So I walked down Market to Church and up to the Duboce stop, where there is no turnstile. And then I walked the usual 4 blocks home from the train stop. I was wet to the skin through three layers. My clothes are in the tub. I am in a blanket. And my head hurts. I need tea. And perspective.
And a goddamn Muni pass.
Maybe. Part of the reason I'm so mad is that it might have been my fault. I might have accidentally slipped it out along with one of the other ones (I had three weekly ones all stacked together in the same clear pocket in my wallet) and not noticed.
But I found this out when I left the Castro tree-lighting (was caroling with LGCSF) and reached for it to put in a turnstile at the Castro station. And it wasn't there. And it was pouring.
I used last week's when I came home last night, and today was the first time I would have used this one. I didn't notice if it was there or not when I left the house today, because I'd forgotten that I had to switch to the new one. I don't have to show my pass at the 25th Ave. stop. It's more likely that I dropped it than that someone stole it, but it's been in my wallet for a couple of weeks now and I have no idea when it might have disappeared. I have left my wallet unattended on several occasions, with my other stuff, and since there's no money in it, I might not have noticed if someone went through it. But maybe I'm just being paranoid. I don't have the money for a new one. I was hoping I'd have an opportunity this week that would let me afford the next week's. A Muni pass is my freedom.
So I walked down Market to Church and up to the Duboce stop, where there is no turnstile. And then I walked the usual 4 blocks home from the train stop. I was wet to the skin through three layers. My clothes are in the tub. I am in a blanket. And my head hurts. I need tea. And perspective.
And a goddamn Muni pass.