An Unwanted Headache

I’m going to beat myself up a bit. Why? Because I know better. I did a very dumb thing today. Here is my story.

Have you ever misplaced your cell phone? Sometimes you haven’t misplaced it, but the shot of total fear that you may have lost it will cause you to freak out. Right? I’ve done that countless times. Sheer panic! “Where’s my phone!?” You pat your pockets, look on the front seat of your car, pull laundry out of the washer (just in case it was still in a pocket of your jeans, etc. The panic is real. I only wish that it was my phone that I had misplaced, but it wasn’t. It was my wallet.

When I got out of work this morning, I was driving home and my wife had said the dog was up early to go outside. I told her that I would stop at Walmart on my way home and get one of those cables you can attach to her collar, so she could run out to the back yard without her having to stand there with her. I know that Walmart was the last place I had my wallet, because I did make the purchase and headed home.

Once I was home, I set up the cable and had the dog outside. I played with her a big and had her running around the backyard. I was throwing a ball for her to fetch and just playing around. Once she came inside, I took off my scrubs and went to bed.

Once I woke up, Sam told me that my new driver’s license had some in the mail. I opened the envelope and took it out. I had a cup of coffee. I looked where I normally put my wallet and it wasn’t there. So I figured I must have left it in the car. I took the dog outside with the kids. I looked in my car and it wasn’t there. When I came back inside, I checked my work bag and my lunch bag. Nothing. Now I started to panic even more.

By this time, it had been almost 8 hours since I was at Walmart. I tried to call there and the phone just rang and rang. I finally drove up there and asked if anyone had turned in a wallet. They asked a manager who came out (looking just thrilled to be there – NOT) and said that no one had turned in a wallet. She told me in a dull and drab voice that if it had been left in the store, an associate would usually be the one to find it and turn it in. If it was lost in the parking lot “it is probably gone.”

This poor excuse for a manager then told me that I was welcome to check all the trash cans in the parking lot near where I had parked and brushed me off. It was actually the gal at the service desk who offered to take my name and number in case someone did turn it in. For that, I was grateful.

We’ve tore the house apart. I have looked in my car more times than I want to count. I cannot find it. Deep down I know it is lost. I am such a dummy!

I have put locks on a couple of my credit cards and my bank debit cards. However, my FSA card is in there as well as another credit card I have never used. My old driver’s license, my health insurance cards, and much more. The biggest problem is – I don’t really know exactly what all was in there. There was no cash, but I am sure account numbers “rewards” cards from Bigbee, Tim Horton’s, etc.. were in there too. It just makes me vey angry.

Did I leave it at the self check out? Did it fall out of my pocket? Was a pick pocketed? I have no clue. I was probably too tired to know and obviously too tired to remember. My stomach is in knots just thinking about it.

I truly hope that if someone did find it (1) they didn’t throw it in a trashcan and (2) are honest enough to turn it in or drop it in a mailbox. Lord knows that the amount of honest people in the world is on the decline ….

Sigh. An honest person has it, right?