7th
I want a do-over
There are a lot of things that define who we are as people. Our beliefs, traditions, our family, and finally our wallets. They actually say a lot about you and what you think is necessary to help you function on a day to day basis. Beside the personality a wallet has it also has a very unique component: holding all of your financial and identification capabilities. So you can imagine my frustration when I found my wallet was not safely tucked inside my purse where it is supposed to live. No. It was gone. I smartly retraced my steps and marched, well sprinted, back to the bar I last used the sacred item. I scrambled for the bartenders attention and frantically asked if anyone had turned in a wallet. Yes! he said. A big brown one shaped like an envelope. I cannot express the relief I felt at this moment nor the feeling I felt when his co-tender shook his head and replied no no some lady took it. They gave my wallet to someone else. I screeched at their stupidity for not checking the identification and they replied with an infuriating shrug and “I don’t know what to tell ya!” look on their face.
How can this happen? I prayed that this was some sick joke and it would soon be over and I would be reunited with my companion. I left with a sick feeling that I have not been able to shake. I know everything, including the wallet, is replaceable. I also know that I will survive this trauma. But the invasion of my privacy and having been so close to retrieving what is rightfully mine is quite devastating.
I hope to get back on track soon and return to the carefree world where someone else does not have access to my bank accounts and address.
So friends, please remember this advice: even sober people can be taken advatange of by bartenders.
Oh, and zip up!
