Work Weirdness

Someone just came up to me with a comb.

And they said they found it on the floor, and thought they should turn it into me in case someone was looking for it.

this raises the following questions:
Who brings their own comb to work?
Who, after having brought a comb to work, doesnt notice when they drop it?
Why would they then expect it to be in the lost and found?

I just threw it away. it was gross and still had hairs on it. (yech!). I told Harold that if somone comes up to me looking for it then they could go through the trash for it, or i would just buy them a new one. It was one of those Goody combs that cost like 50 cents at cvs. weird and gross

also, theres this lady that rides my bus everyday. and everyday she gets on with like 3 full tote bags and then is surprised that she has to pay.

EVERY DAY! so she goes through this whole thing where she either plops her shit down on a seat and then goes up to the front, making the bus wait that much longer, OR she blocks other people from getting on while she tries to manage getting money out while her arms are full with her 3 tote bags.

I'm like, LADY, THE BUS COSTS MONEY EVERYDAY! DONT LOOK SO DAMN SURPRISED! BE READY WHEN THE BUS GETS THERE, YOU'RE CLEARLY WAITING FOR IT, BE PREPARED!

maybe its a brilliant scheme to not pay, because honestly some drivers are like, just go away. but she annoys the crap out of me. and then she switches seats at like every stop. She'll move up a row everytime a seat clears until she's right up front and then she'll sit at the very edge of her seat like shes trying to get further up and she just cant. I'm like, whats your glitch? you'll get to your stop at the same time no matter how close you sit to the door, i promise.