After a show last night, went with a friend for a drink to the bar next door. The last thing I did was pay for the check, then left with my friend, drove her home, and came home. This morning, my wallet was not to be found. I went through all my pants, everywhere I had sat when I got home, the jacket, cleaned the car (the horror) looking for it. So obviously I forgot it at the bar, probably left it on the table.
Drove to work sans wallet (or DL), called the bar. No answer. Called three or four times to no avail. jS and I were going to see a show tonight, so we met outside the bar to check. Nope, they don't have it. Can't be, it has to be there, right? But no, they don't have it. I resign myself that I've lost it. Cancel cards, get new drivers license ... so on my way home I did a quick prayer to Saint Anthony. Lo and behold, when I got home, I don't know why I went straight for the hamper. There, between the dirty clothes, was my wallet. I'm so grateful he's my saint. Thanks moony for introducing me to his superpowers years ago when I thought I had lost my Sweeney Todd tickets.
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Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted.
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