OK, I’m being slightly silly. But still, I want her to hurry up already.
Last night I discovered that my wallet wasn’t in my coat jacket after all (that’s where I usually keep it). After searching the house, I decided it must be in my car. As I approached the car, I saw a note on the windshield. It read, “I found your wallet on the ground. Give me a call at blah blah blah.”
Dayum. It was almost seven o’clock at night and all I had eaten all day was a piece of bread for breakfast. I was feeling light-headed and needed food…but without my wallet I was screwed (all I have in the house is some crackers and apple sauce). So I called the number. A lady picked up and said, yeah, she had my wallet. But she lived on the other side of town. She’d be able to drop it off today, though. She’d give me a call when she was on her way.
OK, fine. After a desperate search all throughout my apartment, I cobbled up enough cash to buy some fast food. In my mind, I thought about what today would be like. I would wake up early in anticipation of her call, clean up, work on some crafts, and perhaps around noontime, I’d have my wallet back in time to go grocery shopping. No problem.
But the woman hasn’t called yet. It’s not dark yet, but in an hour it will be. I have my driver’s license in my wallet–which I would need to have if I use a check at the grocery store. Plus, I’ve got my ATM card, insurance card, Subway gift certificate card :), and the lady said some money was even in there (which I don’t remember putting in there, but OK.)
At one point should I summon up the courage and call her again about my wallet? I don’t want to appear pushy or interupt her Sunday schedule, but…well…I want my wallet back so I can eat tonight. And buy kitty litter. And just have peace of mind.
(I still don’t know know why she didn’t just knock on my door when she found it. My car was parked right in front of my apartment (and my driver’s license would have helped her out even more). I was there the whole night. At least she could have slid it in my mail slot. Oh well. I’m just grateful she found it.)