So as I was making my way to the door to get off a bus the other day I felt my rear pocket and noticed that my wallet wasn’t there. I was seated at the very back of the bus so I ran back there and began staring at my seat and the purse that had been placed on it as soon as I left. As the passengers started staring at me like I was some kind of weirdo the owner of the purse asked me, “What are you looking for?”. “My wallet actually,” was my troubled response. At the point I wasn’t a weirdo anymore and everyone at the back of the bus came together looking around for my wallet. The effort didn’t find it so I quickly made my way off the bus so I could avoid having to talk to anyone about my current predicament.
Instead I sought comfort from my girlfriend and sent her the following text message:
I just lost my wallet.
My mind started racing and I got very tense. Did I lose it on the subway? Was I so focused on the book I was reading (The Lost Symbol By Dan Brown
I sent Kari a message with this new revelation and then immediately called her as I briskly walked home. I kept her on the line and when I finally made it in to my home and up to my room I immediately saw the familiar black blob that is my wallet on my desk. Immediately relief came over me and I was glad.
The main thing from this ordeal that sticks out in my mind was the reaction from the people at the back of the bus. After first I was some weirdo staring at people and things at the back of the bus and the next, after saying a few choice words, I was some guy that was about to have a terrible evening.
