I took the 135 express bus downtown this morning to speak to the cast of The Goodman Theatre's A Christmas Carol at their first rehearsal.
As usual, when I got on the bus, I took my iPod earphones out of my ears and looped the cord behind my neck, keeping my iPod in my coat pocket.
Coat pocket. Because it was 20 fucking degrees in Chicago early this morning.
I sat in the very back row of seats on the bus in the middle seat, minding my own business, deeply engaged in my Birds of Prey comic book.
Realizing that I was a little to early to go into the Goodman rehearsal room, I jumped up and got off the bus at the Wacker and Wabash stop.
And as I waited for the light so that I could cross the street, I realized that the earphones were dangling.
Because I had left my iPod on the bus.
Somehow, it fell out of my coat pocket. As I SAT! How did it do that?
This is the iPod that I almost died for. And now it's gone.
Sure, I'll call the CTA and check with their Lost and Found Department. If they even have one.
But it's gone. You'd think that if God doesn't want me to have a boyfriend, he would AT LEAST let me have a fucking iPod. Especially after I PAID FOR IT.
But no. God wants me to be alone. And to walk around the city in absolute silence.
No Beyonce allowed.