That Time I Almost Lost My Wallet
The alarm clock went off at 7:07am, and like every other work day, I started to get ready. The last thing I do before I leave is make sure that I have everything in my bag. Shoes, Kindle, gloves, phone, umbrella, scarf, wallet. Wallet. Waallllet. WALLET?! My wallet was not in my bag. The last time I remembered having it was in Tesco last night, so obviously, I had left it in the store. In a state of panic, I rang Tesco and spoke to a lady that said, “No, I’m sorry, no one has lefts a wallet with security.” Crap. S#!@. Cuss words flying all over the room.
The only thing I could think to do was panic. Panic was the only logical response to a situation like this. I ripped the sheets from my bed, threw objects around the room, up heaved my trashcan, but to no avail. My wallet was no where. I ran into the den and kitchen but found nothing. Grabbing my laptop, I pounded the keyboard going to my credit cards and bank account websites to make sure that my money was still there. Everything was still there. Thank the LORD there may be decent people in this world. More panic.
Thought. I paid in cash last night. Cash. That means I had change. Coins. I remember putting all of my 1 and 2 cent coins in my coin holder and counting to be sure I had bus fare. That means I HAD to have had my wallet. It’s in my room. But where the H-E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS IS IT?!
Open the top drawer of my side table, and there it is. All tan leather and glorious just staring back up at me like, “Why am I in your drawer?” I didn’t have an answer for it. Just that sometimes we misplace things. My guess is that after I put my 1 and 2 cent coins in the bag I keep them in, I put the wallet in there as well not thinking that it didn’t belong there. But I found my wallet and made it to work in time. By about 9am I was off my adrenaline rush completely and exhausted. Is it time to go home yet