Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

Lost my wallet last night at band rehearsal. I have no idea how it managed to escape the cozy confines of my front pocket, but it did. We tore the space apart, couldn't find it. I got home at 11:15 or so, and at 11:30 the phone rang - it was Citibank, calling to tell me that someone had found my wallet. They gave me the guy's name and number, which I called immediately - the number went straight into voicemail, and the voicemail greeting is really, really wierd. Called again this morning, still haven't heard back. I have this wierd vision that the guy lost his cellphone, and it's also dead so he can't find it, so I'll never get in touch with him - and if he decided to mail the wallet to the address on my license, it would go to my old apartment in Woodside, which does me no good. I've already cancelled my debit/credit cards, but I still need to replace my health insurance cards and my building ID, as well as trekking over to the DMV to get a new license. Please, sir... call me!

I had other stuff to talk about - like how I'm falling back in love with "Achtung Baby" and how awesome Neil Gaiman's "Sandman" comics are, but I just got more work to do and I can't concentrate. I'm not freaked out by this wallet business, but I really would like it resolved soon.

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