In Case of an Emergency

BxM6 Express Bus on Metropolitan Avenue.
BxM6 Express Bus on Metropolitan Ave.

My Favorite 15 Year Old stepped off the BxM6 Express Bus last Friday afternoon with a garment bag draped over one arm holding a party dress and an ivory trench coat.  Saturday night she was going to a Hollywood glam Sweet 16 party of an old grade school chum she hadn’t seen since “for years”.  I held the umbrella over her head, so that her party hair would keep.

But it wasn’t until a half an hour later, with me standing in the kitchen over a pot of water waiting for it to boil, {of course it was not} that she came to me saying, “Uhh…I think I forgot my wallet on the bus.”

— Anything of value in it? I asked her.
— No, just my student metro card, another regular metro card and twenty bucks.
— No ID? I asked.
— No ID.
She was carrying her school ID separately.

I’ll just narrate over the montage: in the next hour we would make two round trip trips, on foot in the rain, to Hugh Grant Circle up Metropolitan Avenue to the Oval and then back home with the hopes of catching the bus driver making his return trip to Parkchester.
No such luck.
One Manhattan bound driver gave me an apologetic look and the bus schedule, instructing me to call the number on the back for the MTA lost and found.

On the way home we walked in silence, our minds fixed in thought, mine on something warm and drinkable.
My cell phone rang.
Here was my F15YO’s grandmother, reporting that she’d just received a call from a driver of the BxM6 Express Bus and that a wallet had been found with her name to call in case of an emergency. And could we make arrangements with the driver to get the wallet back as he really didn’t want to leave it with the MTA lost and found?

I asked my F15YO what was this emergency card?
She was already laughing and told me how it got in her wallet:
When we went to the Obama Inauguration, we each carried a card with an emergency contact person and the name of the nearest DC Metro subway stop where we’d meet in case we got separated, pulled apart or left behind while taking too many photos (that would almost be me).
Absolutely nothing grave happened to us that day.
It was a glorious day and our Inauguration Emergency Cards were never tried out.
Until now, over a month later, back home in the Bronx.

In the next hour, the Big Guy drove out to Coop City where the MTA driver proffered the wallet before taking the bus back to the depot for the night.

Happy Ending!

Yesterday, I was buying Happy Birthday balloons at the corner 99 cents store.
As the guy tied the ends, I noticed on the the countertop, a heap of keys with several store discount badges on its ring.
— Someone forgot their keys?, I asked.
— Yes! For three days they’ve been there.  I don’t know who to call, there’s no information, no number there.

Ah ha, no emergency contact card, but plenty of opportunities to get a dollar off a half gallon of Häagen-Dazs or 79 cents off the 32 oz Spic N Span.

So I’m sending a Big Bronx Thank You! to the BxM6 passenger who found our F15YO’s wallet and turned it over to the driver, to the MTA driver of the BxM6 with the foresight to not turn over the wallet to the MTA’s Lost and {Never to be} Found, but for making the effort to contact us directly.
And to the guy at the 99 cents store, for his expressed intent to get the keys back to their owner, if only he knew who to contact.

*
Tell a friend, or two, about this post…

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “In Case of an Emergency

  1. Yes, there are still decent people in the Bx as elsewhere.
    I love reading stories like this.
    Small, totally random acts of kindness like you describe make the world a little more livable.

    ++ks

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s