I read somewhere how it’s a good idea to make photocopies of all the items in your wallet, like credit cards, insurance cards, etc., so if your wallet is stolen or lost, you’ll know exactly what’s missing. Good idea, right? So good, in fact, that it’s been on my to-do list for about . . . oh, three years. And last Wednesday, Bob and I got around to the topic of wallets and I said how I really should get around to this.
You know what’s coming, right?
Yes. On Saturday morning, I realized my wallet was missing. If you’ve never had a panic attack–let me just say right now that they are NOT pleasant. I tore apart my van, my house, my jacket pockets trying to find my wallet. Nothing. I called a convenience store, where I bought Gatorade my kid’s last practice. Nothing. I asked myself a thousand times, why didn’t you make those copies? No clue. There was nothing left to do except go into Bob’s office for my credit card statements, so I could find out if any charges were made.
There was my wallet, on Bob’s desk. Opposite the copier. Thank God. And so, after giving a thousand more thank-yous to God, I thought . . . hmm, maybe I should learn my lesson and make those copies, seeing how I was given a second chance.
But this week, I’ll get it done. I mean it this time . . .