Man oh man. It’s just that kind of
semester year 2 years life year, plus a few months. 2006 got off to a rocky start. I spent a month falling apart and another one picking myself up. Granted, there’s been some sunshine and I took a break (or two). I got (mostly) caught up (but still have half a semester’s worth of work to do in less than a month). I got miserably ill. (I’m on 2 different prescriptions and 3 doctor recommended over the counters as I type.) What does life decide to throw at me now?
What kind of person steals a wallet? Or is it a better question to ask why am I so naive as to think anyone would ever NOT steal a wallet? Take the cash (and it was a nice chunk of cash), just leave me my life! I didn’t have that high an opinion of humans in general to start with. This doesn’t help.
I don’t know if they lifted it or found it on the ground. I do know they took it to two different gas stations. I only hope they’re too stupid to pull off full on identity theft. (Knock on wood.)
On a silver lining note – my cell phone and keys were in my pockets and NOT in the little hand clutch that was either snagged off my wrist or picked up off the ground. So I was able to make it home from the airport with my brother and his fiancée (who graciously searched through trash cans with me at midnight when the security guard said sometimes people take the money and ditch the rest) and call and cancel all my cards, file a police report, and put an alert on my credit. Monday will be getting the new IDs.
Rest assured, life thought it was kicking me while I was down, but little did it know, I’m
still so bruised and numb so well-adjusted, I can’t even feel it. It’s not the straw that broke the camel’s back, it’s the fly it doesn’t even notice when it flicks its ear. So there!
The thing that actually bothers me the most? I had just bought a capo because Shawn couldn’t find his the last time he played, so I was going to carry one around and save the day next time. They stole the damn capo. Jerks.