Well, I am up rather late, because I don't have to work tomorrow and I can stay up as late as I like, and I thought I'd take this opportunity to tell you a story that I've been trying to tell you for over a week. The wallet on the right? That's my old wallet. I lost it back in May. At first, I thought I'd left it at work, so I drove all the way down to the office and went through everything in my cubicle looking for it. Then I tore apart the house. Then I searched the car. Then I waited a few days, periodically checking my bank and credit card accounts for nefarious activity, because I thought it would probably turn up somewhere. It didn't.
A week later, I finally admitted to myself that my wallet was gone, gone, gone. I canceled my credit cards and my ATM card, bought the cool new wallet on the left, and made an appointment to get a new driver's license. A few days later, the new cards came. It was a breeze to get the new license (Hooray for appointments! Plus, I really like the new photo!), and I put the whole sad episode behind me. I figured someone found my wallet, pocketed the cash, and threw it away.
A week ago Tuesday, after more than a month, I got a postcard in the mail from BART Lost and Found. They had something of mine and I needed to come down and pick it up within five days. So the next day, I went down to the Twelfth Street station, showed the postcard and my brand-spanking-new picture ID and they retrieved my old wallet...from the safe...with all the cards, my driver's license, a $40 gift card, and $196 IN CASH still inside.
Color me dumbfounded. It's hard to believe that in this crazy economy someone would be honest enough to turn in a wallet filled with cash. I really do believe that most people are good and will do the right thing when given the opportunity, but it is awfully nice to have that faith in humanity reinforced. And it's wonderful to have the cash back, and I'm good with having two wallets. Especially the cool new arty one. Thank you, good people!