I had mis-placed my wallet. That’s not unusual since I routinely leave it at various resting places around the house. So, I began my search, and I couldn’t find it. I wasn’t on the top of my dresser, nor on top of the microwave, not on the table in the foyer, not in any of my jackets or sweaters, not on the front seat of my car.
Panic began to set in. I pulled up my credit card records and saw that I had last used my Visa it at Food Lion two days earlier, and so far, no one else had tried to charge anything on one of the three cards I carry.
I immediately drove to Food Lion to see if someone might have turned it in.
No such luck.
I went back to the house and scoured our bedroom, kitchen, family room, dining room, hall closet and even searched the clothes hamper in our bathroom. I looked in my car twice and traced my steps outside when I fed the birds.
Nothing, zilch, nada. I was in deep doo-doo,
The problem with losing a wallet is not only the ordeal of canceling credit cards and getting new ones, but far tougher duties such as revisiting DMV and waiting in line-after-line and hoping they believe you. Even worse is a trip to the Social Security Administration office and try to replace a Medicare Card without any identification.
I called Nancy to see if she might remember having seen it. She didn’t but recognized my dilemma and came home to help.
Wives are good for this kind of thing. She found it right away. It was under the front seat of my car. I had checked the side pockets, the front and back seat and the floorboard in my car but didn’t look beneath the seat. It had slipped out of my jacket pocket and somehow found its way under the seat.
I was ecstatic to say the least.
For the rest of that day and since then, I have checked the pocket in my pants every ten minutes to make sure my wallet had not escaped again.
Recently, I have been carrying my wallet in the pockets of my sweaters and jackets, but no more. From now on, it stays in my front pocket and nowhere else.
Whew! What a relief!
