No, not the TV show or the way everybody seems to be feeling now that the Olympics are over. Lost, as in "lost and found". I read an article in the paper (which I no longer have to refer back to because Tuesday was recycling day) that talked about the incredible lost and found setup for the Olympics and all the different kinds of items that turned up there.
Of course there were about a zillion pairs and singles of the ubiquitous red mitts, toques, cell phones, you name it. Then there were a few stranger items like strollers, which seems like a pretty big item to misplace. Or perhaps you lost a retainer? They had at least one turned in.
Then, of course, there were the umbrellas. Hundreds and hundreds of poor little umbrellas, separated from their owners. Will their people check for them, going through the stacks, looking for their own umbrella? Or will they quietly go and buy a new one? It's a little more daunting perhaps, to have to go through so many that were left behind at various Olympic venues than it would be to go back to the coffee shop or client's office where you may have left your umbrella on an ordinary day.
But just because it might be easier to locate doesn't mean the owner will actually come looking. I saw one of these little orphans 2 or 3 weeks ago at the Starbucks at 3820 Oak Street and it looked so forlorn I just had to take a picture.
It was tucked away behind some milk crates and up against the wall. I wonder if she was ever reunited with her owner. While I didn't pull the umbrella out for a complete check up, she looked to be in good shape and was cute as a button with all those perky little pink dots. Hmm, did you notice how the umbrella morphed from "it" to "she"? Why can't umbrellas have personality or gender? I just hope this umbrella ended up back at home with a relieved owner! I keep meaning to go back and check but I'm just so busy that it never happens. Pity, because I even have an unused $5 Starbucks card.