The Absent-Minded Not-Yet-Professor
I seem to have a penchant for leaving things behind that I actually need and use.
So, today, I was feeling proud of myself because I was running early on my commute. I had to be at WashU by 12 today for my "Saturday rotation" shift in the computer lab. I left the house about 10:50, and just made the 11:05 northbound #70 Grand, at Grand and Connecticut.
The bus arrived at the Grand MetroLink station about 11:15, and I spent a blustery 7 minutes or so down there. It's pretty cold today, so the 'wind-tunnel' effect is really not fun under that viaduct.
I got on the MetroLink about 11:23, and got off at Forest Park station about 11:29. That's when I left my pair of nice, warm, blue Thinsulate gloves in my seat, or possibly on the floor! I had even looked around when I got up from my seat, but didn't see anything. Somehow, it didn't register that I wasn't carrying them, and they weren't in my pockets either.
About 90 seconds later, after I got off the train, walked up the new steps to DeBaliviere, and crossed DeBaliviere to catch the westbound #58 Clayton-Ballas around 11:33, it hit me: dang, my hands are cold! Where's my gloves? Oh, CRAP! Damn it, damn it, damn it!
See, about a year ago, a similar thing happened in almost the same location. I lost one of my previous pair of gloves, leaving it behind on the eastbound WashU Shuttle Gold Line as I got off the shuttle to catch MetroLink at the Forest Park station. In the ensuing days, I called the various lost-and-found offices at WashU, to no avail.
I suppose I could call Metro lost-and-found (314.982.1406), but I'm not holding out much hope.
I believe that the Forest Park MetroLink station must have a glove-sucking vortex under it, similar to that which sucks up my favorite socks into the dryer. ;-)