“Wallet No. 2” or “Sad, so sad”

It appears my wallet / money clip could only stand so much abandonment before hittin’ the road and leaving me for good. After trying to escape into the Great Sand Dunes of southern Colorado and subsequently being forgotten here and there over the past half-decade, it’s finally skirted away. And I don’t expect to find it again.

And so begins the wallet-restructure project. New debit / ATM card has been ordered, new drivers license has been requested (at least I get an updated picture!) and I’ll be taking car of the credit cards tonight.

I haven’t been in a hurry to cancel the credit cards because I don’t think my wallet has actually been found by someone. Nothing has shown up on ANY of my cards and nobody has mailed me my wallet. To me, this means 1) a scoundrel hasn’t found it because he hasn’t tried to abuse it and 2) a good person hasn’t found it because nobody has attempted to get it to me.

So, it’s floating in oblivion somewhere, probably right under my nose. But I’ve looked there several times and haven’t seen it. Maybe when we sell the house and move out… Were it on campus, somebody would have contacted me already. And it’s not at Westwinds or Evelyn Bay. So, your guess is as good as mine.

At least I was broke enough to not have any cash clipped in there at the time… :) All-in-all, my losses stand at only $9 for the new license and some stress and frustration!

By Joel Maust

Joel Maust is a marketer, blogger and photographer living in the beautiful Flathead Valley of northwest Montana.

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