Yesterday morning was part of my new morning routine of driving to Fashion Valley, parking near the bus and Trolley station, and taking the 20 to the language school in Downtown. As usual, I ran out of my car to catch the commuter bus and boarded it, only to find that my transit pass was missing. I clearly remembered seeing it before leaving, so I told that to the driver. She was nice enough to take me at my word and I got to work on time. The only catch was that I had to pay $2.50 to return to Fashion Valley after classes were over.
This morning, I found that my transit pass has been sitting my car’s passenger seat all day and night. ARGH!
At least I don’t have to buy another one for the rest of May.
