Lost wallet
The other day I lost my wallet, or rather, I tossed my wallet. At least that's the theory. I paid the pizza guy at the door, took the bag with the cokes and the pizza box to the kitchen. We ate and then I cleaned up, and threw the bag, empties and the box down the chute. Somewhere in there the wallet disappeared too.
Okay, so after we tore the house apart, it hit me. No wallet, no ID. No wallet, no driver's license. No wallet, no Amex/MC/VISA. No wallet/no MetroCard (which means no subway/bus) and no wallet, no ATM card, no ATM card -no cash.
It's a modern world.
I am so glad I'm married,
I am so glad I'm married to someone who worries and nags about the paranoid possibilities of the future,
I am so glad that because of that someone I had created a file with ALL my credit card numbers and expiration dates, AND the phone numbers to call to order replacements.
My sweet honey, (who next month I'm taking to a secluded hideaway where there be masseuses.) :wink: had a spare MetroCard, (so did I, IN my wallet) and she has her own accounts at the bank, so we could get cash.
It still took over a week to get replacement cards, (I had to call and plead with the AirBorne Express guy to let me have the envelope from American Express
without an ID. I told him that if he saw a fat white guy at the counter asking for the joenation envelope, that would be me. Luckily he and his supervisor have a sense of humor
). I got over to License Xpress with my passport and ConEd Bill in hand to get a temporary license (tried first on MLK day-- closed)
, and I had to redo all the credit card info on all of the websites I use, rental cars, Barnes and Noble ad nauseum.
I paid for the pizza with my last twenty, so I didn't lost any money. I did lose a Pick-A-Bagel punch card that with one more sandwich would have been worth a free lunch. It could have been a lot worse. I might have been 76 years old and needed a cigarette.