Long story about what happens after you spill 32 oz of water in your backpack

Mar 20, 2009 09:03

I lost my wallet on Wednesday. I was quite sure that I did it somewhere between the time I got on the train in Palatine, and got home. I was thinking that I might get it back since I lost it at the last train of the night. The person that found it would be a person going to work 5:00 AM. I assume that people that get up to for work at 4:00 AM are more polite than the rest of us.

Sure enough, when I got to work at 10:30 AM yesterday (I was a lil late because I spent a long time at home looking for the wallet) I got a call from a guy with my wallet. I was a bit shocked that he called. It is not like I have my cell phone number in my wallet. He had gone through my wallet and found that I worked at Motorola. Called some random Motorola phone number and asked them to look up Richard Hatcher. I am glad that my name is not john Smith or something vanilla like that.

The bestest part was that he worked for the De Paul campus security. He left it at the security desk. I picked it up at midnight after class.

For some reason the security folk on duty at midnight were rude to me when I got there. I walked in the with highest admiration for the De Paul security team and walked out cursing them.
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