Sunday, September 21, 2003ABSENTMINDEDNESSThe umbrella was one of those big, red and white striped golf umbrellas and it was the last thing on the bus as I made my way to the front at my stop. I asked the driver how many forgotten umbrellas are stored in the MBTA lost and found office. She laughed hysterically and said UMBRELLAS???? Ha!... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 10:00 AM Comments (3) (link) |
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