Bus pass

[misterx]

Storm lost her city tranist bus pass the first day she got it. It
hasn't been an issue yet, because they've been punching her sister's
ticket for the both of them, but as of this morning that pass has only
two punches left. We were not enjoying the prospect of sixty bucks
worth of bus pass having vanished.

So I'm walking Storm into camp this morning, and I ask her if
she remembered having a bus pass.

"Yeah, but I lost it, and it's gone," she said with twinge of sadness.

"Do you think you lost it here at camp?" I asked, figuring I would
query the staff to see if they had found one.

"No, I put it in the pocket of my backpack, and now it's gone."

I'm carrying the backpack so without even looking I slide my hand into
the mesh side pocket and grab the first crumpled piece of paper I
find. I bring it up to look at it.

It's the bus pass.

"Storm, the bus pass has been right here in your backpack the whole
time, just where you left it."

"Yeah," she says, squishing up her face in disgust, "But it's wrinkled."

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[misterx.livejournal.com]

Heh... yeah, they're all yucky and stuff.

If she keeps being her adorable self, I'll probably have enough for a book.