I woke up late this morning and managed to get showered and changed and ready to go in half the time it usually takes me. My boss’s voice was booming in my head. I cannot possibly be late! So I hailed a taxi to get to the office faster. After a few minutes of traffic (Curse ye other cars! You have no right to congest my path when I am in a hurry!), the taxi driver gracefully deposited me at our building entrance, where I discovered, to my horror, that my wallet was nowhere to be found in any of my belongings. With a sheepish apology, I asked if he could kindly wait for me while I go up to our office and scrounge for money from a kind officemate. He acquiesced, and I ran into the building and jumped into an elevator full of people just before the doors closed. Why did I have to pick an elevator that stopped at almost every floor before reaching 22nd, my office? Lucky for me, I saw a friend immediately, and she lent me enough money to pay the taxi driver and tide myself through the day, in case I never got my wallet back.
So where was my wallet? I had left it in my friend’s bag last night. And that’s not the first time I’ve left it. Lucky for me, my wallet loves me too much and keeps on coming back to me.
Like the time I was about to buy a CD on sale in Video City when I realized that I was no longer carrying my wallet. I actually asked the sales lady if she had seen a black leather wallet on the racks, and she gasped loudly before shaking her head. I retraced my steps and found myself back in the Internet café I had entered awhile ago. Before I could say a word, the guy on the counter asked me, “Are you looking for a wallet?” I could’ve kissed him then, but he wasn’t that cute, so… nevermind.
Another morning, I went to work and discovered, like this morning, that my wallet was not with me. I was in a jeepney then, so I got off without paying (sorry, mamang driver, but I have no choice!). When I got to our office, our senior manager told me that the HR officer who is in charge of disciplinary actions had come to our area that morning looking for me. They were afraid to speak up because they were thinking, what did I do? Why was the disciplinary guy looking for me? Turns out he had found my wallet in the pantry and wanted to return it.
But it’s not just this present wallet that I have abused this way. Back in college I was ordering lunch in Jollibee and was about to pay when I realized, as usual, that my wallet was not on me. My then to-be-boyfriend paid for my meal. I ate lunch without seeming to taste anything. All I could think about was that the money for my books that my mom had just given that morning was in that wallet. We retraced our steps and found the wallet in our canteen, with all the money intact. Whew!
And how could I forget the time I left my brand new leather wallet in our review classroom? I ran up 5 floors upon discovering my loss. I had just bought that wallet as a birthday gift to myself! It can’t possibly be lost! A good-souled reviewer had surrendered it to the administration. God bless him, whoever he may be. I’m sure he passed the board exam.
Know that character Dory in “Finding Nemo”? I’m inclined to believe we came from the same primordial soup.
Heidee, bien swerte gad ka! Cuanto beses ya ya perde dikaw wallet, bueno lang cay manada buen hente na mundo. Pero I dare you to lose your cell, hehe, I bet hende kel dale bira! =)<BR/><BR/>Bueno pa yo, to avoid losing my wallet, what do I do? I my money in my socks, bra and pocket. *Kidding*<BR/><BR/>Pocket lang. =)