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Who’s screwing with me?

By Tony Hicks
Thursday, October 1st, 2009 at 3:08 pm in Uncategorized.

So about two month ago, give or take, I lost my wallet. It happens all the time and I always find it. I had this wallet for 13 years, so it’s not like I’m that responsible. I just misplace things.

So, figuring it was really done this time after a week or so, I got a new one and hurried to get a new ID because I was going on a trip (the new license came, seriously, two days before I left. I called TSA and they made it clear an expired ID would not get me on the plane). So anyway, I’ve moved on with the new wallet, new ID, credit cards, etc. I had a lotto ticket in the old wallet, which I knew would finally be the winner. But what the hell – it’s not like I could use million of dollars anyway.

So I’m out today and left my wallet somewhere I always do – the same place I checked a thousand times when I lost the last one, to no avail. And – what the hell – my new wallet wasn’t there.

But my old one was.

Seriously, I have no idea what the hell is doing on. But if someone out there is screwing with me. know that payback will be ten-fold. Either that or I’ve suddenly taking up residence in the frickin Twilight Zone.

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4 Responses to “Who’s screwing with me?”

  1. Holly Says:

    Perhaps your old wallet got jealous and came back from wherever it had wandered, saw that you’d shacked up with a new wallet, and “took care of it” with the added bonus of making you paranoid.

    p.s. TSA lied. Sortof. They won’t accept an expired license, but you can get on a plane w/o picture ID. Friend did it just last week, from OAK.

  2. Taylor Says:

    Was your reaction to losing your wallet really all that casual? YOu didn’t panic? Didn’t say a few well chosen expletives as you thought about the major, major hassle you were then facing? I once left my purse (in which I carry MY LIFE) in a restaurant bathroom, drove away for 1/2 hour, realized what I’d done and almost went into emotional arrest. I sped back, didn’t breath the whole time. MY PURSE WAS STILL THERE! Although there are no expressions I can come up with that will describe my relief and gratitute to the – what?–fates, since that experience I all too frequently dream that I have gone off and left my purse somewhere, and those dreams are freaking nightmares, believe me. I wish you sweet dreams from now on.

  3. Tony Hicks Says:

    Good call – I hadn’t thought of that. I wonder if the credit cards were confused. Well, they’re always confused. Especially when I try to use them.
    You know, I figured I could’ve made it. But I panicked and called TSA. So I’m sure I was on some sort of list. Well, another list …

  4. Tony Hicks Says:

    My reaction was that casual … because I lose my wallet all the time, but usually find it a day later. I’m like a 12-year-old. And I knew it wasn’t stolen, because I was watching my bank and CC accounts. Nope, just me being me.

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