I have just had the most stressful half an hour. I spent the evening with some friends at a friend’s place, mostly spent bitching about other people. At 10pm I said goodnight to everyone and made my way home. I was walking along nonchalantly, opened the door to my house, went inside and started to take my coat off and empty my pockets. I had my bus pass (which included my student I.D) in my right pocket but after putting my hand into the pocket I did not find anything but an empty one. I started to panic. I checked the other pockets, my coat pockets. I emptied the contents of my bag but a bus pass was not to be found. Maybe it fell out of my pocket on the way to my house? So, I proceeded to retrace every single step until I got to my friend’s house again (lucky that I have a fairly good memory)! I must have looked like a moron scanning every inch of the pavement infront of me. I knocked on my friend’s door and she let me in. Before I left my house in search of the bus pass, I had texted my friend so that she could check her flat. But she had reported no bus pass. We then checked the sofa again, behind the sofa, under the sofa, every crevice of the sofa and any other surrounding areas. I then gave up the fight. With me being slightly religious, as soon as I found out that my bus pass was missing, I prayed to St. Anthony – the patron saint of lost things. I hadn’t prayed to him in awhile and so I thought that it may be unlikely that he’d help me successfully. As I said goodbye to my friend, she decided to check her other sofa. The sofa that I had only sat on for no more than two minutes. And there, in the gap in the middle of her sofa was my bus pass! It was highly unlikely that it could have dropped down there. Firstly, I was sitting on the right side of the two seated sofa and secondly, my bus pass was placed in my right pocket. I should not have doubted St. Anthony. I now have my bus pass which cost me over £100 to buy and my student ID which would have cost me £5 to replace.
“Get lost and then get found and you’ll come back to me.”
Swallowed In The Sea by Coldplay