So my softball team is doing well. We're now 11-7 and in the playoffs and starting to play halfway well (helped by having a great shortstop). Never realized how important they are to the game until I saw this fellow make a ton of plays.
Anyway, my saga begins on my drive to the games last night. I stopped at Royal Farms (a 7-11 equivalent that sells gas) to buy some water and cashews to last me through the game and when I got back in the car, apparently my wallet slipped from my pocket onto the ground. With my green card, several credit cards, and my driver's license and $200+ in cash.
Didn't discover this until about 10:30pm last night, and then spent a frantic few
minutes reconstructing my evening and realized that it must have dropped at Royal Farms. So I call them before going to bed and was told that "Yes, indeed, a wallet had been turned in." No, they couldn't find it, but it was probably in the safe and I should call "Ahmed, the manager" in the morning.
So I call Ahmed at 7am and am told that "No, we don't have any wallet." After a minute or two of frustration, they put someone else on the phone and I explain and ask that they call the folks who were on the night shift and ask where it is.
When I call back an hour later, I'm told that the story goes that the young woman who got the wallet took it home with her and dropped it in a mailbox on the way home. Supposedly one close to Royal Farms.
So I go down to the substation this morning and get the number of a supervisor and call her. They're going to try and "capture" it at the time of pickup from the boxes and call me if they succeed. Failing that, it will get mailed to me at some address (only thing I have with a local address is my business card in there) and who knows when I would get it then.
If the carrier succeeds in capturing it today, I should be able to pick it up tomorrow at 11am.
Boy.. it's going to be very stressful until they call me (I hope they call me) and tell me that they've found it. I'll likely have to go by the Royal Farms again late this afternoon and see if I can find the girl who actually put it in the box and figure out what box it was.
This is so weird. I should be grateful that they were honest enough to put it in the box. I really don't care about the cash, or even the credit cards. Just the green card. The law says I have to carry it with me at all times. But from now on, it's staying at home in the fire safe. If I get it back.
What a day.
At least we won both our games last night - and I stopped a softball with my jaw. Boy.. it seems like every game I get a small injury. I guess that's the definition of getting older.
Posted by artandscience at August 16, 2006 06:06 AM