Last week, I left this April 77 jacket pictured above on BART. I was happy then; I am not happy now.
Full disclosure, I was engrossed in Candy Crush when the “24th and Mission” announcement broke my concentration, causing me to quickly grab my stuff and dash off the train. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I frantically realized my jacket was not in my arms or on my body, but instead was resting comfortably on a seat-back en-route to Glen Park. CRAP. I sullenly stomped out of the station and into the cool fall air sans jacket and wits.
Forgetting wardrobe and words happens with increased frequency and I hate it.