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Show Just Stuff by Jnn It was packed tightly down inside my purse along with last month's phone bill, yesterday's parking ticket, numerous notes marked "things to do to day," a flashlight with dead batteries, a measuring tape, finger nail file, and a small pair of scissors. There was also some lipstick, a comb, a bottle of perfume, a mirror, a box of cough drops, 4 sets of keys to who-knows-what, a small ball of twine, a roll of scotch tape, pencils, pens a packet of ketchup and an ace bandage. Despite this assortment of goods, somehow I lost my wallet out of the confines of this "saddle bag." I was on my way back . to school from Richfield " and stopped at a drive-in in Nephi for a Coke. I whipped into the "drive-up" window and made my order. As the girl got my drink, I reached in my purse and got out my wallet to pay for it. I paid for it, and was off. Instead of taking the time to rearrange my purse so my wallet would fit, force-of-habit propelled me to just set it down, which is what I must have done. Usually one doesn't need their wallet while driving, unless one is asked for one's drivers license by an officer of the law . . . luckily this was not my lot. But by the time I reached Provo I was in need of a hamburger. Again I pulled into a drive-up window, made my order and then went to pay for it. No wallet! It was gone. It wasn't in my purse, it wasn't under the seat, on the seat, by the seat. It wasn't on the dash, in the jockey box, or anywhere. Luckily a friend was travelling with me, and she had enough money to pay for my food. But where was my wallet? They don't usually just vanish from moving vehicles. I figured it would turn up when I un-loaded my car, but it didn't. I knew I'd had it in Nephi, and it was gone by Provo; there were only two stops in between. I called the people at both places and they searched the parking area all to no avail. My wallet didn't 'turn up! Do you know what a hassle it is to lose your wallet? For me, a wallet is a survival kit, and r.ow it was gone. It contained all my money, so I thought "I'll just write a check." But where do most people keep thei check books? In their vallf1 This posed another problem. What if someone found my wallet and started writing checks? I got on the phone and called mom, who in turn called the bank and closed my account hoping all my "good" checks were in. She also cancelled the credit cards. Naturally, I had just ordered new checks that can't be used now. While she was doing this, I was left in Logan with zero funds. I did have a check made out to me that I figured I could just run get cashed. Have you ever tried to cash a check without any I.D.? My license, my student card, my social security card, were all in my wallet. And without identification a person is nobody ... I couldn't even check a book out from the library! After closing accounts, cancelling credit cards, making arrangements for a new driver's license, what should come in the mail the next day? My wallet. My prized photos were still intact; the credit card was still tucked away; my driver's license and student card were in their little pocket. All that was missing was the 25 bucks. Through the loss I learned a good lesson: No matter where you're going, where you are, or what you're doing, the wallet goes in the purse, packed in amongst the junk! |