BC Ferries deserves my praise. Here’s what happened…
I left the island early on Saturday at 7:05 AM. I had a full day of writing fun at the Crime Writers of Canada writers' event. At the end of the day, my husband and I stopped at our favourite fish n’ chip shop and then headed for the ferry. We climbed out of the truck, our take-out food in tow—we planned to eat at the BC Ferries café. My head throbbed with information and inspiration. I set my purse down on the windowsill beside my seat. You can probably guess what happened—it remained there as I boarded the ferry. As the ramp rose and the ferry prepared to depart, I felt more than thought that something was missing. “Where’s my purse?”
“I don’t know? Where did you leave it?” my husband exhaled.
Slowly I realized. “At…the…café.” What do I do now? How do I get it back? I scanned the ferry—looking for assistance.
“I have a problem,” I said, wringing my hands.
They listened, delayed the ferry, searched the spot I directed them to, and retrieved my purse. As the BC ferry van neared the ferry, I saw my purse dangling out the window—clutched firmly in the hand of the BC ferry worker.
“How could you lose something this big?” the BC ferries worker asked, handing it to me--and also offering a smile.
