Bloglander

I lost my bus pass on the 98 bus on Thursday morning, 27 September. It was
in a green coin purse with a broken zipper, and you (you know who you are)
probably saw me drop it and immediately snatched it up. I had more than two
weeks left on it, but whoever picked it up did not turn it in to the lost
and found, like any normal person would do. Instead, that ghetto-ass waste
of space probably picked it up and traded it for a couple of discount
cigarettes. I hope you're proud of yourself, and I hope you needed it more
than I did. My only wish is that if you ever lose anything of value, that
person will pocket it instead of trying to get it back to you. Also, if you
happen to be a student at the beauty school on Sprague and Sullivan - have
fun with trimming mullets at a hair salon for the rest of your life.