Sad Farewell, #4 dpn

Today, as I was riding the #49 Muni bus through the Mission and knitting a sock (Baby Ull, turqoise), a sad thing happened. I dropped my free dpn in between the seat and the side of the bus. It landed on a little shelf of gum wrappers, sunflower seed hulls, and general filth. Muni is not one of the cleaner facets of San Francisco, and the #49 is not one of the cleaner facets of Muni. But I stuck my finger down in there anyway, and got a fingernail-ful of shmutz for my efforts. No luck. I tried using a pen, no luck. My stop was coming up, and the dpn only managed to get buried farther down in the good inch of yuckiness in that crack. Now my dpn is riding around town next to god-knows how, talking about about god-knows what.