Days like this make me wonder if there really is a god with one HELL of a warped sense of humor.
Today started out like most Sundays. Went to the parents' house like normal, we drove a stereo over to my friend Alan's house, went to Meijer where they went grocery shopping and I filled up a water jug (woo big spender), went back to their place and dicked around awhile, playing with the cats, etc. Nothing big. After awhile I remembered I had a ton of laundry to do at home, so I scooted on out of there and on my merry way back home.
I remember fiddling with my MP3 player briefly (although I WAS looking at the road, of course) when suddenly something jumps out in front of my car. At first, I thought it was a fawn when it dawned on me that this was totally the wrong season. Slowing down, I realize it's a BEAGLE in the middle of the road, and the poor thing was utterly drenched from the rain and shivering from either the cold or fright. So I stopped my car in the middle of the road (gotta love rural areas where you can do that) and coaxed the poor little guy over so I could check for tags & give him some of the lunchmeat my mom had given me as he was CLEARLY hungry.
Naturally, he was leaping all over me as I was trying to check his collar and pet him, and I could hardly keep him still long enough to help him and grab the lunchmeat...unfortunately, though, another car came up behind me and spooked him, so he ran off. :/ So I got back in my car and started heading back home, but not before noticing I was almost completely out of gas. I figured I have enough to get to the nearest gas station, so I divert my path and head into the city.
I got to Speedway, pulled into a pump, and reached into my jacket pocket for my wallet to prepay when I noticed...nothing in my pocket. Ooookay. So I reached into my jeans pockets. Nothing. Looked on the passenger seat. Nothing. Looked on the floor, in the back, under the seats, in the side hideyhole where my phone likes to fall out of my pocket and hide...nothing.
Hoping I left it at my parents' house as I frequently do with things like my sunglasses or current book, I called them and begged them to search. Nothing.
My wallet was GONE. 100% gone.
I then launched IMMEDIATELY in panic mode, since my entire LIFE is contained in that wallet. Driver's license, insurance cards, debit/credit/ATM cards, student ID, immunization records, voter registration card...I even do the no-no thing and keep my Social Security card in there. >_> And what's worse is that not only had I driven several miles without my driver's license but I was at a gas station with my needle on E and absolutely no cash or card of any kind to pay for gas. Nothing.
So I called my parents back in a tearful panic and told them what was wrong, and they drove out to come pay for my gas so I could go back to their house and retrace my steps in hope of finding my wallet. Driving back, I even took a glance at the side of the road to see if it'd fallen out of my car when I'd stopped for the puppy, but there was nothing there.
After about half an hour of panicking and calling Meijer to see if I hadn't inadvertently left it there (as that was the last place I'd remembered having it in my possession), a call to the police station, and one desperate last-resort trip to Meijer later, I was in an absolute frenzy. I was screaming to the top of my lungs in my car (and on the phone with my mother) in the manner I do when I reach a breaking point (not many of you are familiar with my meltdowns & I hope you never see one), raging about how next time I'm just going to hit the puppy and I'm never doing anything good for anyone ever again because bad shit always happens to me, etc. I had pretty much lost all rationality at that point and on my defeated drive home (in between frantic calls to my bank to put a stop on all my credit/debit/ATM cards) was frothing at the mouth for several miles about the evil scum who surely had pocketed my wallet at Meijer. I was a pure RAGE at that point. I mean, there wasn't any money in my wallet save for a few ones and less than a buck of loose change, but my entire SELF was in that wallet. Everything proving who I am, everything I use to gain access to the world around me, EVERYTHING. Without that wallet I am nothing.
Still raging on the phone to my mother when I got home, I hear the buzzer to the security door go off in my living room. Confused as all hell (since nobody ever visits me), I stumbled out to the intercom box and ask "Who is it?"
"Uh...hi, my name's Scott So-And-So and I found this wallet that belongs to a Ms. hollowdoll at this residence?"
Oh. My. GOD.
I managed to stammer out "That's me; I'll be right up!", threw some clothes on, and leapt up the stairs in approximately three seconds...I don't think I ever moved so fast in all my life.
When I got to the front door, this sorta average-looking thirty-something yuppie-ish dude with dark hair is standing there, about my height, and in his hands is MY WALLET. I'm not even kidding. I had seriously done no more than get home when he buzzed my door, and he hand-delivers it to me like five minutes later.
I feel like such a tool because I couldn't offer him a reward or anything (like I said, I had like three bucks in my wallet if that), but I thanked him profusely and shook his hand so hard I thought I dislocated his shoulder. And you know where he found it? ON THE SIDE OF THE DAMN ROAD. Yes. That's right. It fell out of my jacket pocket when the puppy was busy soiling my jeans with his muddy cold paws. He must've snapped it up right away, too, because nothing in it seemed water-damaged or squished whatsoever, and it'd been raining all day long.
Best part of all this?
He had a little girl with him too, one whom I can only hope he brought with him to the door to teach a lesson about being a good person and returning things that aren't yours...a little girl who's evidently got one hell of a good man for a daddy.
Gives me hope for the future of humanity after all.
I remember fiddling with my MP3 player briefly (although I WAS looking at the road, of course) when suddenly something jumps out in front of my car. At first, I thought it was a fawn when it dawned on me that this was totally the wrong season. Slowing down, I realize it's a BEAGLE in the middle of the road, and the poor thing was utterly drenched from the rain and shivering from either the cold or fright. So I stopped my car in the middle of the road (gotta love rural areas where you can do that) and coaxed the poor little guy over so I could check for tags & give him some of the lunchmeat my mom had given me as he was CLEARLY hungry.
Naturally, he was leaping all over me as I was trying to check his collar and pet him, and I could hardly keep him still long enough to help him and grab the lunchmeat...unfortunately, though, another car came up behind me and spooked him, so he ran off. :/ So I got back in my car and started heading back home, but not before noticing I was almost completely out of gas. I figured I have enough to get to the nearest gas station, so I divert my path and head into the city.
I got to Speedway, pulled into a pump, and reached into my jacket pocket for my wallet to prepay when I noticed...nothing in my pocket. Ooookay. So I reached into my jeans pockets. Nothing. Looked on the passenger seat. Nothing. Looked on the floor, in the back, under the seats, in the side hideyhole where my phone likes to fall out of my pocket and hide...nothing.
Hoping I left it at my parents' house as I frequently do with things like my sunglasses or current book, I called them and begged them to search. Nothing.
My wallet was GONE. 100% gone.
I then launched IMMEDIATELY in panic mode, since my entire LIFE is contained in that wallet. Driver's license, insurance cards, debit/credit/ATM cards, student ID, immunization records, voter registration card...I even do the no-no thing and keep my Social Security card in there. >_> And what's worse is that not only had I driven several miles without my driver's license but I was at a gas station with my needle on E and absolutely no cash or card of any kind to pay for gas. Nothing.
So I called my parents back in a tearful panic and told them what was wrong, and they drove out to come pay for my gas so I could go back to their house and retrace my steps in hope of finding my wallet. Driving back, I even took a glance at the side of the road to see if it'd fallen out of my car when I'd stopped for the puppy, but there was nothing there.
After about half an hour of panicking and calling Meijer to see if I hadn't inadvertently left it there (as that was the last place I'd remembered having it in my possession), a call to the police station, and one desperate last-resort trip to Meijer later, I was in an absolute frenzy. I was screaming to the top of my lungs in my car (and on the phone with my mother) in the manner I do when I reach a breaking point (not many of you are familiar with my meltdowns & I hope you never see one), raging about how next time I'm just going to hit the puppy and I'm never doing anything good for anyone ever again because bad shit always happens to me, etc. I had pretty much lost all rationality at that point and on my defeated drive home (in between frantic calls to my bank to put a stop on all my credit/debit/ATM cards) was frothing at the mouth for several miles about the evil scum who surely had pocketed my wallet at Meijer. I was a pure RAGE at that point. I mean, there wasn't any money in my wallet save for a few ones and less than a buck of loose change, but my entire SELF was in that wallet. Everything proving who I am, everything I use to gain access to the world around me, EVERYTHING. Without that wallet I am nothing.
Still raging on the phone to my mother when I got home, I hear the buzzer to the security door go off in my living room. Confused as all hell (since nobody ever visits me), I stumbled out to the intercom box and ask "Who is it?"
"Uh...hi, my name's Scott So-And-So and I found this wallet that belongs to a Ms. hollowdoll at this residence?"
Oh. My. GOD.
I managed to stammer out "That's me; I'll be right up!", threw some clothes on, and leapt up the stairs in approximately three seconds...I don't think I ever moved so fast in all my life.
When I got to the front door, this sorta average-looking thirty-something yuppie-ish dude with dark hair is standing there, about my height, and in his hands is MY WALLET. I'm not even kidding. I had seriously done no more than get home when he buzzed my door, and he hand-delivers it to me like five minutes later.
I feel like such a tool because I couldn't offer him a reward or anything (like I said, I had like three bucks in my wallet if that), but I thanked him profusely and shook his hand so hard I thought I dislocated his shoulder. And you know where he found it? ON THE SIDE OF THE DAMN ROAD. Yes. That's right. It fell out of my jacket pocket when the puppy was busy soiling my jeans with his muddy cold paws. He must've snapped it up right away, too, because nothing in it seemed water-damaged or squished whatsoever, and it'd been raining all day long.
Best part of all this?
He had a little girl with him too, one whom I can only hope he brought with him to the door to teach a lesson about being a good person and returning things that aren't yours...a little girl who's evidently got one hell of a good man for a daddy.
Gives me hope for the future of humanity after all.