An old dog tag from my my Army days.
About a week after I got my motorcycle license I had a woman in a small car dart out into traffic in front of me. I locked up the front and slid into her car putting a large dint in the door with my shoulder. Next thing I know, she’s out of the car and completely freaking out. She asked me if I was OK and I spent the next 10 minutes consoling her. Then she pushed a laminated picture of a bearded, old middle eastern man with a steepled church in the background into my hands. She told me he was one of their saints and that he would keep me safe. All these years later and not an accident since. I’d love to know what the Arabic inscription says.
I currently have a 2-inch wide bandana called a “Cool-Off.” http://www.allegrosafety.com/catagories/cooling_products/index.html
It’s actually quite amazing. It stays hydrated for over a week.
I think someone around here reads Arabic, if you’re in a position to scan and post it.
I keep an old University ID in my wallet even though I left Uni a while back. It’s just in case I’m in a position to use the student discount on the back for something… like a whole 5% off a cinema ticket or book. However, I always forget to try, and besides… if I did, they would spot the expired date and refuse me… not to mention that the photo looks nothing like me now! But you never know, eh?..
Jeez, what don’t I have?
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[li]Two Maryland MVA change of address cards, neither of which I need anymore.[/li][li]A discount card for a grocery store chain back home.[/li][li]Several old college IDs.[/li][li]About a dozen Chinese fortunes.[/li][li]A receipt from something I bought in Israel, costing 38 NIS, but can’t remember what it was.[/li][li]A claim check for my violin, which I picked up weeks ago.[/li][li]A coupon for a free frozen yogurt topping at a restaurant I never go to.[/li][/ul]
Let’s see…strange:
A pocketsize color map of the NYC Subway system (I live in Philly)
A used Rome, Itay Metro ticket
A used ticket to the Vatican Museums
A ticket stub from a Chris Robinson Concert in June
A Don Mattingly Baseball Card that I got out of a package of Hostess Cupcakes around 1990
A frequent buyers card from Arboria Records in State College, PA that needs only one more stamp for the $10 discount. I haven’t been to State College since 2000 and I don’t even know if the store is still open…but I’ll be ready next time I am there.
A four-leaf clover sealed in plastic.
My draft card. I turned 18 in 1974, a year after the U.S. pulled out of Vietnam, so I was never in danger of being inducted, but I always wanted to burn my draft card as a joke. (“Hell no, I still won’t go!”) Never got around to it.
In my wallet, a Pikachu Pokemon card and three energy cards all in a plastic sleeve. My son gave me this many moons ago to keep me safe. So far, it appears to have worked.
In my purse, nothing really.
A fortune that says “never trouble trouble until trouble troubles you.”
A cutout of special effects guru Rick Baker.
The sheet of paper on which Ardred wrote his number when we first met, two and a half years ago.
My “Designated Server” card. I took an alcoholic beverage control class. I just noticed that it’s dated Sept. 11, 2002.
A “never expires” pass to Universal Studios Hollywood.
A little plastic Budda that my brother gave me.
A rubber ducky necklace I got from my dentist when I was about 9. At the moment though my brother is wearing it.
A calculator. You never know when you have to do math!
A bright red, cherry smelling, dry erase marker.
The usual stuff; driver’s license, credit card, library cards (3), organ donor card, blood donor card, broker’s license, business cards. But also:
The ticket stub from the movie my wife and I went to see on our first date. I knew.
Ticket stub to a “Village People” concert, in 1991. Most fun I’ve ever had, especially considering the guy who suggested we go was a big, burly motorcycle-ridin’, tattoo-havin’ dude. I think we were the only four heterosexuals there.
My very-official-looking Loyal Order of the Water Buffaloes membership card from high school. Featuring picture booth photo and drawn-on water buffalo hat.
zev_steinhardt gets my nomination for the Costanza Wallet Award.
A note from a friend c 1992 that says “Semper Ridiculus”
A business card from a semi-crush from 2001
3 flattened pennies from Frankenmuth MI that haven’t made it to the folder yet.
My wallet stuff is pretty run-of-the-mill:
Tickets to Fahrenheit 9/11 and to an academic banquet/dance/thing (both several weeks old).
A laminated high school diploma card (you know, in case I need it on hand :dubious: ).
A room keycard from the Alumni House at Ole Miss (swiped in, like, April).
A small school picture from tenth grade.
You caught me at one of the rare times my wallet isn’t overflowing with receipts and other extraneous items.
Wallet:
- far too many pictures of myself
- a small tester-strip for the perfume Pink Sugar. The scent is long gone, but it lists all the head heart and base notes.
- an business card for my boyfriend’s Allstate (not even my insurance company) agent whom I’ve never even spoken to, but it has a tiny calendar on the back side.
Purse: - a tiny Old Spice deoderant, for emergency use only as I don’t often wish to smell like dudes all day. Also for offering to stinky people.
- little plastic ninja
- a plastic Psyduck that flips up to reveal a small calculator
- a very, VERY small pill box with a sticker on it from my graduation… it’s a little diagram of how to attatch those hideous white collars. For some reason my cap-gown-collar came with an entire sheet of identital decals explaining how to attatch the collar, and still nobody got it, and it was itchy and looked heinous anyways. The pill box has five SlowFe iron pills in it.
- about five old MTA bus day passes
- the back of a L’Oreal Voluminous mascara package with bus directions scrawled on it
I just cleaned mine out two weeks ago, but i still carry my parents’ obituaries. I have absolutely no idea why.
I have a penny that was run over by the train at Opryland about 10 times till it was about 1.5 inches in diameter. Then I laminated it so that it is card sized and fits nicely in my wallet.
I typically have a 1 meter ikea tape measure, a razor blade and a band aid in my wallet.
I have a rolodex card that my son wrote out for me when he was five (third letter of his name written backwards) and visiting me the office. He was appalled that he wasn’t in my rolodex and certain I would be delighted with is addition. I was. We no longer even have the same phone number, but I continue to carry the rolodex card in a plastic slip in my wallet for sentimental reasons.
The usual detritus of life, and a Bicycle playing card – the two of hearts – that I found on Greenwich St in the Village 2 years ago in New York. I was walking down the street and I saw almost a whole deck of cards strewn across the sidewalk, so I bent down to pick one of them up. There isn’t any significance to the two of hearts, but it just seemed that I should take one of them.