I left my wallet in the local bodega on Monday.
Didn't realize until Tuesday. Promptly retraced my steps, asked the cashier, searched my apartment just in case (I'm serious, I looked under the couch cushions, and under the ironing board cover**)
Zilch, zip, nada.
I notified the bank that my cards were gone. That instantly locks the account which is great until the auto-payments get declined, and you realize you can't get any replacement cash. (I recently saw a thread on Twitter about how people didn't use cash anymore. Man oh man, that is so Not Me!)
I had resigned myself to a week of feeling sorry for myself when today, lo and behold, Wallet came home!
No note or anything.
And of course the $96 I had just gotten from the ATM was gone gone gone.
But I now do NOT have to stand in line at the DMV.
I have my ID back, so I can go to the bank and cash a check for funds.
My vaxx card.
My voter registration card.
My Met membership card!
And not least, my reminder to look for ways to do good in the world.
**the reason I looked under the ironing board cover is because I iron my currency.
Whoever got that $96, I hope they noticed those bills had no dog eared corners or wrinkles. (Yes I am a loon, it's a well-known fact.)
Are you a loon about something like this?