The Innate Goodness on Man

OK, I had started out this entry as "Trying not to pout" because I had lost my wallet today. But we have a happy ending - so fuck you, all you cynics!

So, we join our Cheerleader having lost her wallet while working for the Food Cult -

DAMNDAMNDAMN! And it was my own fault. Gleaning today, set the item in question on the front fender of the substitute gleaner. Tallied up, and that was the last I saw of it.

I had driven several blocks thinking that I should be an adult and go back to the bread store to ask. I pulled into the parking lot, walked around in the rain, asked the ladies in the store if they had seen it. They took my name and number with hopes and promises.

I get to Shed Central. Ask the Sub. Unload, fret, keep a lid on myself, fret some more. Not much I needed to glean, so I took some garbage and left to look around the back way of the bread store.

Got to SGF's house bemoaning my hapless fate. Called the bank to cancel my debit card. The facade dropped. Whined. Went home.

Whined some more. Called Himself - probably much earlier in the story than now. Had to figure out which one of the bazillion credit cards we have was I actullay carrying. Cancelled it. Decided to go back and check a back road from the bread store. Made the Girl put a shirt on, then made her cry.

Drove over. No good. Got distressed. Called DMV to find out how to replace my driver's license (You need a picture id or be willing to wait 60 days). Called the Library to find out how to replace our library cards (you need picture ID - refer to DMV section.)

Misterpher and I were in the dungeon. He was writing thank you notes, I was a-blogging. "Mama, I think I hear the doorbell."

OK, we went upstairs and there stood a nice Hispanic couple with my wallet and my ID (to prove I am me). I felt like Ed McMahon just offered me a check. I grabbed my heart and almost burst into tears. I knew they have been through my wallet because it was better put together in their hands than when it is in my possession. But it was all there. Even the four one dollar bills.

I can offer them nothing but my thanks and blessings.

Sure the adventure means I need to buy a new day runner and that I have to wait two weeks for a new bank card. But at least I have my id, Misterpher's first library card and my faith in humanity.