I was feeling really enthusiastic about the week this morning. The weather has been great, work has been interesting and I was feeling good. So, I got up early, decided to get on the 6:45 train and start work early. I even brought my gym clothes, planning on going for a run after work. Then the train started moving slowly, and instead of being there early, it looked like I was going to be there even later than my original train. Suddenly, I wasn’t as enthusiastic.
As the train pulled into Palo Alto, over 30 minutes late, I jumped off eager to get going. It was then I noticed that my load was lighter. I’d forgotten my gym bag on the train!
Feeling social-media-savvy, I immediately messaged on Twitter to @caltrain, posted using #caltrain asking for help. Nothing. I got to my office and called the Lost and Found line. I was instructed to leave a message, but the box was full. Frustrated, I called the administrative office where I got no sympathy and was told to call the message line again. I decided to try to figure out when the train I took South was going to be headed North. Once I had a pretty good hypothesis, I headed back to the Palo Alto train station and was elated to find the same conductor who’d checked my ticket 90 minutes earlier. He hadn’t seen my bag and suggested that I check the car. Since it was at the other end of the train, I sprinted. Feeling hopeful I retraced my steps from the morning found my seat and, no bag.
The only thing left to do was try the message line again. This time, the mailbox accepted my sad recounting of the lost bright blue gymbag on train 210, in the first car, upper deck, east side. Contents include: Boston Red Sox hat, favorite running shoes, awesome sports top and t-shirt, best running socks ever, bottle of water, (probably) a purple ipod and my pants.
It’s hard to recover a good day when things start like this. I’m sad that I don’t have my things and a little mad at myself for being so careless. I’m frustrated that you can’t count on someone to pick up something that isn’t theirs and turn it in. I have only a very little hope that the Caltrain message center will call me back. But, I guess if this is the worst thing that happens this week, it’s not so bad. And I know how to get new versions of most everything I lost. Some of it I no longer need (the Red Sox hat) and some of it needed replacing (the shoes), but I really wish I had my socks, sports top and shirt and I think I’ll miss the pants most of all.