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I Found Your Mug

I often finish my shifts feeling mentally drained.

Sometimes I’m also hungry. On Fridays, a bit tipsy from the office drinks provided.

After work, I always head to the closest bus stop, which is only a few minutes walk from the office. I am usually the only person waiting for the bus.

There is a bench at the bus stop, which I never use since it is heading towards the building on the same road instead of the road itself, making it very easy for any person sitting there to miss the bus when it comes if they aren’t paying attention.

Last Tuesday I was not hungry, only exhausted. I made my walk towards the bus stop, and I saw something I had never seen before. A glimpse of an interesting story, a piece of someone’s extraordinary day.

A mug under the bench.

White mug under a bench

White mug under a bench

A white, full unit of porcelain mug on an empty bench. Nobody in sight.

So I checked that there was nobody around me, and took some photos.

There aren’t any cafes nearby. So I wonder if someone was waiting for the bus whilst having their morning coffee. Did they leave the coffee to check their phone under the bench and then forget to grab it before hopping on the bus?

That makes no sense, there is plenty of space on that bench to leave a coffee cup. Also, why would someone wait for the bus whilst having a drink in a porcelain mug?

The bus came and I stopped thinking about the mug.

On Wednesday, I remembered the mug again whilst walking to the stop. How does a coffee cup end up there, under a bench, in a bus stop?

As I get closer and closer and closer, I see something extraordinary…

The mug is still there…and this time is on top of the bench.

 

White mug on top of a bench

 

 

Now, this is not unusual in Sydney. It is indeed, one of the things I love about this city. People won’t grab something that is not theirs. Sometimes, good citizens may move items they see on the floor to a higher surface with the purpose that the owner will find it easily when passing by again.

I have seen this multiple items on surfaces around the streets, but never a porcelain mug on a bus stop.

The mug was in the same state as the day before: clean, unbroken and lonely. The owner was never back to the bench, I assume, and not the wind or the people that stumped into it.

I wish this story had a more extended saga, but I never saw the white mug again. The following day there was a core of an apple after being eaten, and I couldn’t care less about the story behind that.

 

Core of an apple on a bench

 

I am still puzzled about the story behind this white porcelain cup. My mind wonders and imagines different scenarios that lead to this item being abandoned under this bench.

It’s like that time I saw a man on the train in London, at 4 a.m, with a plant in his lap.

A lush, medium-sized plant sitting on his lap while he checked his phone and waited for his stop.

How do you end up on a train with a perfectly healthy plant at 4 a.m.? The guy didn’t seem drunk or under the influence of any substance. All stores that sell plants are closed at that time. Did someone gift him the plant just before he went to take the train in the middle of the night?

Anyways, if you are reading this and you live in Sydney… Is that your mug?

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