Maybe I should send you my son. Last week, while looking for something he’d lost, he found the credit card wallet I’d lost last December. The reason it took so long to surface was that I had not canceled all the cards in it. (I kept hoping it would turn up, and I knew if I had dropped it in the parking lot of the last place I’d used it, it would have been caught by a snow plow and was at the bottom of a pile of snow.)
If it’s not convenient for my son to come and look for your wallet, here are two alternative suggestions: Go right now and cancel all your cards, and that will guarantee that your wallet will turn up immediately. Or, lose something else, like your cell phone, and you’ll find your wallet while you’re looking for the phone. (You won’t find the phone, though.)
I’m cancelling all of my cards right now. My metrocard (which is what I use to ride the subway, for those of you not in NYC) was in there too and that I can’t replace so I am unfortunately going to have to just buy a new one tomorrow morning. Luckily it was nearing the end of the 30 days so I am not out too much money. Now I need to contact the library and get a new card and the drug store to get a new discount card, not to mention my driver’s license. I don’t remember what else was in there but I’m sure that now that I’m cancelling everything it will pop up.
I don’t have a bag of knitting, twickster, but I will check in my bag of books to be read.
In case you didn’t realize: if you bought your 30-day Metrocard on your credit or ATM card, then there is a number you can call to get the balance refunded. link
In the lining of your purse. I’m serious; feel up your purse like a particularly obnoxious TSA goon. At least twice, I think three times, Barb has lost her wallet, which is rather bulky, and it’s ended up sliding down between purse body and liner.
Check under the pile of kitties. That’s where we usually find the remote. It’s also possible that one or more kitties have decided to adopt your wallet, and have dragged it off to a nest.
They were on a Twilight Zone episode. Not the old, original Twilight Zone with Rod Serling but the newer one that was on several years ago that was in color.
A couple awake to hear people in their house and go downstairs to find men dressed in purple rearranging things. Their supervisor is embarrassed and upset that they are seen by the couple but the supervisor explains. It seems that in the time between minutes of the day, the scene has to be re-set by the purple men. They go outside and he shows them as an example–2 cars approach each other on the street and come close then stop. The purple men hit the front of both cars with hammers, etc. This is “between minutes”. In the next minute, both cars are damaged; they just had an accident…
The man of the house asks if the purple men ever make a mistake. The supervisor admits that, yes, sometimes they do. He said did you ever KNOW you left something somewhere (like keys on a table) and when you come back they are just not there. You walk way and while you are gone the purple men, in between the next minute, correct the mistake and when you look there again, the keys are there.
Ever since I saw that episode, which amused me to no end, when I am looking for something and can’t find it, I walk out of the room and talk out loud to the purple men telling them I need to find such and such and to put it back. WORKS EVERY TIME! NO JOKE!!!
Maybe you lost it in plain view, pbbth. Once I lost my wallet for 3 days, even though it was exactly where I usually put it. The only difference was that it was upside down, and there was a black book (same colour as the wallet) right under it.
As for keys, I once put them in the freezer and put a pack of ground beef in my nightstand. At one point, the meat started to smell, so I found my keys.
It was the tidying up so I could vaccuum the floor which made me lose my keys on Saturday. Fortunately, they turned up under the pile of knitting on top of other stuff on my desk, so I was able to locate them in time to not be late to work.
Unlike the time in the spring when I lost my keys for a month, only to find them in a shopping bag which was sitting behind the chair where I usually stored my keys but had been too lazy to put away.
