A bit ago, I mentioned a game the kids would play on my bus, the Foot Game. I tried to discourage this game by mentioning a troll who lived under the steps of the bus. Well, it had been quite some time since I had last seen or heard of the beastie. I had been pondering this creature for a while again, as is my want on a drab gray day. I was wondering how he was getting along in the cold, whether the troll had found a mate and settled down to start a family, or whether this friend from under the steps hibernated during the winter months or not. Well, he reappeared, or shall I say, things started to disappear.
On Tuesday of three weeks back, I received a phone call looking for a single mitten left on the bus. On the second Monday, someone asked about a missing stocking cap left Friday previous. On Thursday of that same week, someone asked about a missing cell phone. And then this past Wednesday, a parent came to the front door of the bus wondering if I had seen their son's very expensive gloves. And someone called about a bag.
I was concerned, needless to say. I have stuff left on the bus all the time. I find it, stash it; yet these things stay on the bus for weeks, some times, months. Some times, the abandoned articles find their way back home, but most of the time, they get tossed or given to someone else. Last year alone I removed four whole grocery bags (the paper kind) from the bus. If you think that is bad, there is a whole room at school devoted to lost items. Every time you open the door, this room throws clothes and bags and forgotten treasures at you and the hallway like Fibber McGee's closet. (I know, "Gee, how old are you, old man?"). But now, we were talking about things simply disappearing. (Eek! It's the Bermuda Rectangle!)
I searched the bus, but I have, so far, found no sign of the missing items...except perhaps, a guilty looking dust bunny.
7 February 2016. Roy Edward Power
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