Not a total misanthrope

May 05, 2012 22:12

On Wednesday afternoon, as I grabbed my wallet and headed out of the hotel and toward lower Manhattan, I couldn't find my license.  It wasn't a huge deal because I had my work I.D., which is issued by the federal government and is usually acceptable as identification elsewhere.  And I was sure my license was in the pocket of the bag I'd been using the day before.  But when I got home Thursday night, I couldn't find it there either.  I had it on Tuesday, dammit, where had it gone?

Today, resigned to having to schlep out to the MVA on my next day off to replace, I looked up what I would need to take with me as identification:  birth certificate, passport, two pieces of business mail/contracts verifying my residence.  And as I was tapping away on my computer, the mail was delivered.  Among the bills, magazines and random flyers was an envelope with a return address I did not recognize.  And in the envelope was my license, with a note that it had been found on the platform at the Newark train station.  How it fell out of my wallet, I have no idea, since I don't recall taking it out or having my wallet out of my bag while on the platform.  But I so appreciate the kindness of a random stranger who picked it up and mailed it to me rather than either tossing it or leaving it there.

relying upon the kindness of strangers

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