I'm still awake because I've been dismantling my place looking for my wallet. I've concluded that it is not in my apartment. The last time I remember seeing it was at the 4th Estate (17th and I NW) this evening when I got drinks with Charles, Jen, and Prescott. Right now, I'm hoping that I left my wallet on the table and someone turned it in at the bar. I have been known to put my wallet (and my phone for that matter) on the table after I take it out of my pocket instead of replacing it. It's not the best habit, to be sure.
I'm worried that it may have fallen out of my pocket on the walk home. This is particularly probable on the last half a block to my apartment. You see, I REALLY needed to use the bathroom so I took it at a half sprint while pulling my house keys out of my pocket. Of course, I keep my house keys in my right front pocket, same as my wallet. I tried going for a walk outside, but I didn't see it (not that I expected to). Now all I can do is sip this glass of scotch, get some sleep, and hope that fate is on my side.
Still, as I attempt to chillax, I cannot help but think how very extremely fucking crazy irritating it will be to cancel my credit cards, bank card, AAA card (I have no idea why my pedestrian ass carries that around), SmarTrip card, and, of course, my beloved NJ driver's license. Pardon me while I go stick my head in my convection microwave.
Cross your fingers for me. I will update as I know things.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I'm happy that you are writing again, but sad that you've misplaced your wallet. Could be worse. I remember a friend who had to pee and sqauatted in the front yard of the Belorussian Embassy on NH Ave. She lost her cell phone. She had to retrieve it from the front desk where they had video footage of her peeing. Fun, huh?
Sadness!! I'm sure it will turn up eventually!!
On another note, there was a repeat incident last night. Oy vey!
Post a Comment