the lunchbox

I ride Trax every week night; that now I recognize the regulars and where they get on. Monday, I was buying a card for my sister at the campus store. One of the regulars spotted me and joked with me about who they let shop there. On Wednesday, he was at his usual seat and I was sitting accross from him. When we came to the stop before mine, he got off suddenly. As he left, his lunchbox fell to the floor, but he didn't noticed it. So I picked it up; I knew where he worked and I figured I could get it to him sooner than if he went to UTA's lost and found. A passenger and a UTA employee both told me to leave it on the train and the driver would do a search and take the lunchbox to UTA's lost and found the next day. From previous experience, I knew it wouldn't get to the lost and found until a day or two later. The driver probably drops any lost items at the bus warehouse somewhere in the middle of Salt Lake County. Then a runner or whoever brings it to the lost and found downtown.
So I took the lunchbox home, being mindful of it on my way home. I really didn't want to complicate things worse by leaving it on a UTA bus. So Thursday morning, I packed in a shopping bag with my book and whatever junk I may need for the day. As soon as the campus store opened, I took the lunchbox over. I delivered it thier information desk (or whatever it is called) by the in store post office. I gave to it a long time employee that I recognized. I told her the guy worked in the back, but I didn't know his name. Gave her a not so good description of him and she said she would put in the back.
When I got on Trax tonight, the guy came up behind and said thanks for returning it. He didn't miss it until morning and thought he had left it in his truck. It was a nice surprise to find it at his station when he arrived to work this morning. I was so grateful he got his lunchbox back. And I was glad I knew where he worked. Who knows what adventures that lunchbox would have had.