Thursday, August 11, 2011
That Which I Feared
That which I feared has come upon me. I have lost my wallet! Losing my wallet is akin to losing my identity, as it holds not only my driver’s license, but also my three bank cards, a variety of credit cards, important receipts, pictures, business cards, and a new book of stamps. I use my wallet like a vault for all things important to me and have never (up to this point) lost track of it. My heart is rattling against my ribs like a rabid ape trying to escape!
Stupid stupid stupid me for leaving so many important things in there!
The last time I saw it I was buying a bucket of popcorn at the movie theater. I had asked for layered butter and an extra cup for water and I could feel the folks behind me getting annoyed with me for taking so long, so instead of stuffing my wallet back into my purse, like I usually do, I crumbled under the pressure of the heavy sighing behind me and walked away with my wallet in my hand figuring I’d put it back into my pocketbook once I was seated in the theater. Somewhere between finding a place to set my buttery popcorn down and opening up my chocolaty raisenets I lost track of my precious red Gucci wallet.
That is the last memory I have of actually having possession of my wallet. I didn’t even notice it was missing until 9:30 tonight. That’s nine long hours ago.
I phoned the movie theater and explained my situation detailing the movie that I went to see (The Help, which btw was great) the time that I was there and the seat that I had sat in. The lady sounded sympathetic and told me that she would phone me back after the current movie let out. So now it’s a waiting game. I know I’ll never sleep a wink if this lady doesn’t call me back soon with good news.
They just called back and they have found my wallet! Thank God!
I’m back from the movie theater where, Vanetta, the honest and top notch theater manager, handed my wallet back to me totally intact!! Thanks for saving my ass Vanetta! Now I can sleep soundly.
Man, there’s nothing like a little drama to get your mind off of other dramas. Up until I noticed that my wallet was missing I’d been obsessing over another drama, unconsciously stirring the dramatic pot, sniffing at the different aromas, and slapping my head trying to get the crazy dramatic recipe figured out. Once I noticed that my purse was missing I forgot all about the drama pot, having an even more pertinent drama to deal with.
Lessons of the day:
Don’t carry everything you own in your wallet.
Don’t let impatient people bully you into hurrying.
Be grateful for things as they are because they could always get worse.
A stirred drama pot never settles…leave it alone!
Posted by Leah Griffith at 5:13 AM