The loss
Last Tuesday I was at Applebee's in the Grove with some friends from Job's Daughters, by no means was this a Jobie event. I ordered up my drink and was carded. Not a problem...pulled out my wallet, presented my ID, and put it back into my purse. Or so I thought.
I was supposed to by buying a car that night. I was just waiting for that fateful call to come in and then the transportation crisis would be finished. I was even planning ahead...I brought the cash with me, so we could go right away (hindsight is 20/20).
My wallet didn't make it into my purse. It must have fallen under the table as I slid out of the booth to leave. I didn't realize that I was even missing it until the following morning when I was trying to buy some food and smokes at the gas station near work. Luckily, I had my checkbook on me.
When I got home Wednesday night, I turned the place upside down looking for my wallet. Couldn't find it and had to trace my steps back to when I had last seen it. Applebee's.
I called and they said thay had found it and it was in the manager's office. I flew down there, grateful that some good samaritan had turned back in. They handed me my wallet, and it felt lighter than it had the night before. So I opened it...ID: check, Credit cards: check, health insurance card: check, $2,050....oh shit. MotherFucker! I flipped out and started to cry. The manager said that it was pretty much hopeless, but he'd take my name and phone number and see what he could do. I filed a police report and was told pretty much the same thing.
We went back to Applebee's last night, with the same group of friends. I ordered my drink and food...was carded, and made damn sure that everything was in it's proper place. I promptly asked for the manager. When he came up, I told him my sad and pathetic story. He knew exactly who I was. He knew the amout of money that I had lost. I found out that they had a lead on who took my money, but there was no confirmation yet. I would be receiving a phone call as soon as they knew anything.
A lead, as small as it may be, is a million times better than hopeless.
I was supposed to by buying a car that night. I was just waiting for that fateful call to come in and then the transportation crisis would be finished. I was even planning ahead...I brought the cash with me, so we could go right away (hindsight is 20/20).
My wallet didn't make it into my purse. It must have fallen under the table as I slid out of the booth to leave. I didn't realize that I was even missing it until the following morning when I was trying to buy some food and smokes at the gas station near work. Luckily, I had my checkbook on me.
When I got home Wednesday night, I turned the place upside down looking for my wallet. Couldn't find it and had to trace my steps back to when I had last seen it. Applebee's.
I called and they said thay had found it and it was in the manager's office. I flew down there, grateful that some good samaritan had turned back in. They handed me my wallet, and it felt lighter than it had the night before. So I opened it...ID: check, Credit cards: check, health insurance card: check, $2,050....oh shit. MotherFucker! I flipped out and started to cry. The manager said that it was pretty much hopeless, but he'd take my name and phone number and see what he could do. I filed a police report and was told pretty much the same thing.
We went back to Applebee's last night, with the same group of friends. I ordered my drink and food...was carded, and made damn sure that everything was in it's proper place. I promptly asked for the manager. When he came up, I told him my sad and pathetic story. He knew exactly who I was. He knew the amout of money that I had lost. I found out that they had a lead on who took my money, but there was no confirmation yet. I would be receiving a phone call as soon as they knew anything.
A lead, as small as it may be, is a million times better than hopeless.