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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Click, Went My Mind

It's found, but only after hours on the friggin telephone with a few imbeciles and one or two really nice people.

Okay, follow along....we did a fine wash job on our travel trailer Sunday afternoon. Prior to that I grabbed my wallet and stuck it deep into an old pair of  BDU's.  If you're a civilian, an old worn set of pants. Anyhow, after an afternoon of water work my pants were soaked...changed 'em. Had a shower and switched to a dry set....wet pants went into the laundry room. Still with me, okay.

This morning I dressed back into a set of 5.11's and went to work. Discovered my wallet was missing and had a moment of, duh...it's in my BDU's at home. Didn't worry. Later, walked into the bedroom and wallet is not where I thought I'd left it. Freaked out.

Searched high and low. Drove back to my shop and searched the office. Walked the parking lot. Kicked a dog and a stray socialist, just because. Back home I grabbed my flashlight and scanned the ground between where I normally park and the house. Did a hands and knees hunt around the trailer...nothing.

In the meantime I'd called Sweet Wife at her office and had her on the phone with our bank with instructions to place a hold on our debit card. We don't use credit. It was the other items in my wallet which worried me...you know, things like my driver's and concealed weapons license, insurance cards, health insurance card, and my gas credit cards.

I surrendered. Walked inside the house and punched a pretend hole in the wall (Too expensive to repair a real void.) and climbed on the phone to help my wife cancel my life, when out of the blue a click when off in the back of my mind. That click hurt. I remembered the laundry room and those wet camo pants.

Jerked 'em out of the pile and guess what was inside....ah, go ahead, I don't mind, laugh. Fact is, I wanted to cry.

She's sweet...said she'd allow me to use her debit card. I'll reactivate mine tomorrow.

I owe that kicked dog an apology.

Sigh.

Stephen

23 comments:

  1. damn....i thought I was the only one.....

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    1. I'd lose my head if it weren't attached. Thanks, Bubba.

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  2. (me) rolls eyes, we all make mistakes. My wife tonight goes crazy too. She can't find her wallet. "Can you check the car" Its raining and a cold wind is blowing from the north. Being a good hubby and go outside again to the garage. Yep I find it. She took it out of her pocket and put it in the seat back pocket. I say nothing. Safer that way.

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    1. It's an awful sick feeling, isn't it. Thanks, Rob.

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  3. I thought when you said that you kicked a dog and a socialist, that you were simply being redundant.

    :)

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    1. Nope, one each. I gave the dog a milkbone this morning.

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  4. I usually lose my wallet in my purse or on the seat of the car. But, in the meantime I feel sick to my stomach, break out in a cold sweat, and elbow a church lady.

    The emotional toll of these "lost' objects is horrendous. Yes, I lose my cell phone in the car seat and in by the cushion in this chair. So far, I have not crawled along the ground. I do stop strangers in the parking lot and ask them to call my cell phone while I listen for it.

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    1. Sadly, I drove down the road and tried hard to remember exactly what my wallet held...the more I remembered the sicker I felt.

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  5. Stephen,

    It's okay to have senior moments, we've all earned them.
    On a serious note, I'm glad you found your wallet.

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    1. Me, senior moment...nah, I'm too young...what wallet?

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  6. I once lost my car in a Wal mart parking lot.....

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    1. Me, Disneyland. 1974. It's still there.

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  7. Make good color copies (both sides) of everything in your wallet and laminate them. At least you'll have a copy of the information on each one.

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    1. Wallet is out and items on scanner as I write...thanks for the great advice, my lovely friend. Hey, I sure gotta want for some good 'ole fried chicken....

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    2. Told Evil Ethel what you said - she ran under the coop... :0)

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  8. It's always the routine changers that cause such a fuss. Glad you found it although if I was around and you were kicking socialist every time you lost it I might have to hide it once a day or so.

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    1. What else we gonna do...it's against the law to shoot 'em. And, hey, I'd just wing 'em if allowed.

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  9. Glad you found the wallet. Go kick another socialist just to round things out, kthnxbye.

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    1. The boogers skip thru my parking lot and drop their junk....when I catch 'em they run like the dickens...slick little suckers they are.

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  10. Everybody throws their pants down the dirty clothes chute with their wallet or cell phone or both still in it. Car keys go that route, too. I never go down to start the laundry without picking up my wallet and my cell phone to make sure they aren't in the side pockets of the cargo pants I routinely wear, because I've washed my wallet a time or two.

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    1. Harry, it's sad isn't it. The is the second time in about forty years I've lost my wallet...you'd think I'd learn. Thanks, my friend.

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