I have a yoga class every Tuesday afternoon.
I take the A train across town so I don’t have to get in my car and face the traffic.
The A train has a stop that is only a couple of blocks away from my apartment. It drives off right in front of the place where the yoga class is located. It’s incredibly easy to take the train and it only costs a dollar and twenty-five cents. Last Tuesday I was tired at the end of the yoga class. Instead of looking for a good spot to sit on the train, I took one of the seats close to the exit. I sat down in the seat and closed my eyes for a couple of minutes. I woke up quickly when the conductor sounded the horn for the next stop. I saw a bunch of people get off the train. My stop was next, so I moved to the other side of the Train by the door. That’s when I realized someone left a bag on the seat. The bag was open, so I could see inside. I decided to take a peek, just in case it was something dangerous. Inside the bag was medical marijuana products. There was a receipt from a local marijuana dispensary. Unfortunately, there was no name on the receipt. It was impossible to tell who left the medical marijuana on the train. I could have turned in the products to the conductor. Maybe they would have kept them and maybe someone would have come back, but I still decided to take the bag of medical marijuana supplies back to my house.