Valentines Day, the not-movie version

Saturday night Cyndie had d, myself & Jessica over for ladies night. We snacked, drank some champagne, watched a movie & even wandered over to The Hermosa Saloon.

We cabbed it home around 1:30 & I was the last stop. I had a paperbag of movies & leftovers in my lap and my purse was on the ground. I got my $20 bill out ahead of time to be prepared and my wallet either fell out of my purse or I thought I was placing it back in the purse and ended up laying it gently on the floor of the cab.

I didn't even realize what I'd done until about 1 pm the next day when I wanted to nurse my headache & upset tummy with some Carl's (no judgement). Called the cab company and was told by a supervisor that she'd "send a message out to all drivers." She knew the address & exact time we got picked up, but not the cab #/driver that got us??? Shady shades. She said they'd get back to me shortly, but if not call back.

I called back an hour later...still nada. I was directed to call Lost & Found (aka a random voicemail box). I googled "lost wallet what to do" and every link suggested that I cancel cards IMMEDIATELY. So I did. I didn't let myself stress too much after the initial panic wore off. The replacement cards were in the mail and I accepted losing everything in my wallet, including the measly $14 dollars in cash.

I realized there had to be a big fat lesson somewhere in all of this. First lesson being: Keep your purse on your lap and set the damn bag of movies on the floor!!

The following day I had a voicemail from a guy named Kevin Hart who found my wallet on Valentine's Day in a cab leaving Hermosa. He wanted to meet up and "get me my wallet." Let's review:

$14 dollars
Valentines Day
Kevin HART

Destiny, you little devil, you.


Met up with Kevin on Monday, he had a Jason Segel-ish quality to him...hard to tell his age but probably right around 25-28. Tall enough. Dressed casual. Seemed really uncomfortable with my thank-yous and would not accept a reward until I insisted that he "at least take it and donate it somewhere." And that was that (played out much differently in my head too).

My wallet was returned all picked over and cards moved around in different slots. It'd been cleaned out of cash & coins...really?? The coins?? Take my pennies you weirdos. I was just relieved to have my license back, avoiding a trip to the DMV!

Was forced to go into the bank yesterday to pull out cash to hold me over until "the cards" arrive. Got the cash from a teller & was told a banker (Steven P) had to help me with the Temporary Debit Card. Cut to 45 minutes of easy conversation & banter, I left feeling giddy & wanting even more conversation.

Ohhh...so Kevin seemed like the obvious choice, but perhaps that was a decoy to get me into the bank. Stay tuned. This might be nothin, but the writer in me wants it to be a rom-com script!

A post borrowed from Salon.Com (I know it looks dauntingly long but it's worth the read!)

Definitely worth the time it takes to read from start to finish:

http://www.salon.com/life/broadsheet/feature/2010/02/16/flying_while_fat