This past Saturday my wallet fell out of my back pocket. After making Greg go with me to re-trace my steps throughout Chelsea, I finally gave up. I had already canceled my debit card and was already calculating the cost of things to replace. Not to mention the CASH I'd JUST put in there.
Sigh.
But worse things have happened. [Of course they have.]
Sunday morning I get a call from a friendly voice. A woman had found my wallet and had it with her but she was about to get on a plane. I could pick it up Tuesday morning. Which I did.
EVERYTHING was still there. Including the CASH. I tried to give her some of the money but she looked at me like I had eight heads and literally walked away waving and smiling.
People is good. People is nice. [Of course they are.]
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