The joys of the bus, Rubbermaid, and dancing

The cat picked Arial, so Arial it is. She has a knack for doing that. :)
I lost my Rubbermaid Thursday, sigh. Nearly all of it, in one fell swoop, just like that. "How?", you ask. It was all in one paper bag, that I toted around with me on the bus for nearly three hours. That paper bag I use for lunch held nearly a week's worth of clean Rubbermaid, from taking lunches to work. I toted it with me on five, count 'em, FIVE busses (buses?) as I ran errands and tried to get home. And on the very last bus, I got off, went across the street, and into my building, sans paper bag.
What's even sadder is that was around seven thirty pm, guess when I realized that it was missing? The next morning. That's got to be the epitome of sadness. Let me preface-I wake up with just, I mean just enough time to do what I need to do and run out the door to get on the bus for work. In the midst of this chaos, I am frantically running around, "WHERE is that bag? It has got to be here...where is it?" Now insert the cat, Penelope Piglet Hamari III into the scene, running along my heels like a energetic puppy, chirping the entire time because I have not fed her yet. Entertaining, but neurotic nonetheless. For a solid ten minutes I am running around the apartment, frantic, looking for my glorious Rubbermaid bag, with a toothbrush in my mouth, my hair still on top of my head, and Penny chasing me. It sounds like some bad reality television show.
I finally gave up and went on about my business, realizing that I did not, in fact, have it when I walked through the parking lot the previous evening. So then the question became, "There were over ten people on that bus! Why didn't someone tell me?!?!......Poo."

However, I was able to go out both Thursday night and Friday night with my latin dancing partner, Elias. If you have yet to meet this guy through me, he's pretty great. There's sometimes a language barrier as I use words that he has never even heard of, like "shindig" and "bupkiss", but we manage to have a fun time nonetheless. He's a pretty good dancer, and "Hey let's get together to practice before I leave town for three weeks" turned into "Okay there's nowhere to practice, wanna just go out?". It made my Rubbermaid worries go away, at least for a little while. Until I sat down at the computer to type this and realized that my Rubbermaid is still missing. I think I might call the lost and found on Monday to see if someone turned it in. Sigh. Really, my only consolation is that maybe someone else on the bus needed Rubbermaid, and hummus, and is now extremely happy having both.