What a relief Sean. Good news and good on the man-bag carrier for a prompt response.
My last wallet lose (I'm pretty sure I dropped it from under my arm), culminated in a sketchy looking character delivering it a week later and saying "God bless you" no less than 14 times in the course of 4 minutes.
I realized later that my minister id was in the wallet and the sketchy fellow was fearing the wrath of my god. Didn't think to tell him that my god would have just chucked him under the chin and beeped his nose for having an overwrought conscience.
Good news, Sean. Glad to you got it back BEFORE you had gone ahead an called all your cards in as lost.
I realized later that my minister id was in the wallet and the sketchy fellow was fearing the wrath of my god. Didn't think to tell him that my god would have just chucked him under the chin and beeped his nose for having an overwrought conscience.
Ooh.
I
need a minister ID. Maybe one of those online ordination places can give me one? Plus added bonus: I could perform marriages!
yay wallet
yay quilt
and it looks like kids are hard.
I'm not sure I'll ever be fully awake today
Hah! The one time I found a wallet (in Boston) and turned it in, the wallet also belonged to a right reverend.
That is not what prompted the return of the wallet however.
A few months back when I walked off and left my wallet on the counter of a VERY BUSY gas station on a Friday afternoon resulted in the very sweet Somali cashier finding it and stashing it in the office until I returned.
I love wallet-returners with all my heart.
Well, let's see.
Job A sent me a very nice letter saying "You were awesome, but we went with somebody else."
Job B just called and said "You were awesome, but we went with somebody else."
Job C has not yet called, but I'm more than half expecting the "You were awesome, but here's a kick in the crotch" response.
I'm all "You know what? I would rather you think I was fucking shit on a stick but PAY ME, YOU ASSHOLES!!"
Emeline is whining because she has now spilled juice three times and doesn't understand why I won't give her more.
Okay there's teenagers making out right outside the box office window. I don't think they can see me. I wish I could turn the hose on them.
I set my iPhone down at a register at Comic-Con and walked away. I got like 3 steps away and went, "My phone!" I went back and the register guy was holding it up and several people around were like, "OH! You don't want to lose that!" Seeing the reactions was awesome. Leaving the phone and getting that minute of panic, NSM.
Emeline is whining because she has now spilled juice three times and doesn't understand why I won't give her more.
You could tell her there's a "three strikes you're out" rule. It will make sense to her once she understands baseball.
