Worst bus ride ever

As I was initially forming the idea for this post on my bus ride home from the gym this morning, it was going to be about how insanely full the bus was. And about how I ended up forced to stand incredibly, uncomfortably close to (and facing) a Ukrainian man. Like so close I could feel his breath on my face. You’ll have to believe me when I say that it was going to be really funny. However, when I finally got to my building I realized that at some point my ride had become the WORST worst bus ride ever.

When I went to pull my apartment keys out of my bag, I found that the zipper I know I had closed before leaving the gym was now open. I truly hope that my shouts of “No, no, no!” on the stairwell echoed as dramatically in real life as they did in the ongoing drama in my head. Because I knew what I was going to find. Or not find as the case was. My wallet and cell phone were gone. Luckily, the (insert expletive here) jerk that took them didn’t have time to dig around in the pocket they were in and find the envelope containing 180 US Dollars. So all he got was about $15 in local currency. And my phone. My pretty T-Mobile pink with the orchid wall paper phone. With all my phone numbers in it. Grr.

I have to say that when you’ve reached the point where about 90% of your feelings about a place are negative, something like this does not help the situation. And I keep running through all the things I should have done differently. Why did I get on the stupidly overcrowded bus? I’m normally so overly aware of my surroundings - what happened this morning? And now I’m going to be in the monthly security report that’s normally full of all the dumb Americans I make fun of. Can I get that humble pie “a la mode”?