Afterwards, I waited at another bus stop to meet VC and JJ for lunch. It was a completely different bus line, I had picked up an additional bag from the site, and frankly, the book I was reading was so riveting that I lost track of time. And my back pack.
That's right - when the bus came, I got on. Along with my purse, my additional bag and my book. But not my back pack. Lucky for me I'm always fidgeting around with my stuff or I would not have noticed my missing back pack until I was in another city (that's easy to do in Los Angeles - there's hundreds of cities whose boundaries make no sense and you cross into without knowing).
I jumped off the bus (the driver felt so bad he gave me a free return ticket) and waited somewhat impatiently for the bus going back where I came from to show up. I started going through my mind what I had to lose in the back pack. I had cleaned it out before my trip this morning. Then I remembered: the volunteer forms that needed filling out. I would look like an idiot if I had to replace them.
When I couldn't wait any longer, I started walking, and that's when the bus came along. No where near a bus stop, I motioned to the driver to let me on, which she rightly refused. So I continued walking, and was saved by a red stop light. I managed to cross the street alongside the bus and make it to the bus stop before the bus left. The next stop is where I needed to get off.
And there it was - my back pack. I thanked G-d immediately, promised who remembers what for the reunion, and waited for the bus to take me to lunch. Oy vey. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.