File this away in the restoring my faith humanity: Early this morning, my wallet fell out of an unzipped jacket pocket. Fell out onto the street. Fell out in the middle of a busy street in Brooklyn, New York, in the post dawn commuting hours. Unbenknownst to me, I stopped in my fav coffee shop for some java. Reached in pocket: Nada. Minor freak out. Woman at the counter was kind enough to let me stroll out with coffee with the promise to return and pay her. (I did).
Put a freeze on all credit cards. Realize I have several necessary forms of ID for my job, driving etc. A fucking nightmare. Then, hero of heros, I got a call at my office: "Does someone named Matthew work there?" My secretary: "Yes"
"I found his wallet"
Thank fucking whatever cosmic allowed this good Samaritan to FIND my wallet and contact me.
Put a freeze on all credit cards. Realize I have several necessary forms of ID for my job, driving etc. A fucking nightmare. Then, hero of heros, I got a call at my office: "Does someone named Matthew work there?" My secretary: "Yes"
"I found his wallet"
Thank fucking whatever cosmic allowed this good Samaritan to FIND my wallet and contact me.