On Monday night I was concentrating deeply and trying to get in the zone with my load of shoe homeworks. This week I loaded up my hours on two days instead of spreading the work over four. That really seems to have worked out better. That’s a story for a different post though.
So I’m tooling away and K comes through the room in a flurry and starts to put her shoes on. I believe the time was 10:45 PM.
“What’s going on? What’s going on?” I’ve been easy to startle lately.
“I was putting the G Man back in his car seat, I heard my wallet fall out into the parking lot and I totally forgot to pick it up!”
She headed out the door and drove back to the Hawthorne Fred Meyer she had been grocery shopping at earlier that evening. She had been so distracted by getting the crying G into the car that she had forgotten about picking up the wallet. It makes sense and is understandable. It is very easy to get disoriented when handling and maneuvering a baby!
I didn’t have a good feeling about her wallet still being there at 11 in the parking lot where it dropped earlier in the day. The Hawthorne Fred Meyer is a fine store and all but you must admit that there is some strange, sketchy stuff going on in the parking lot and in the nooks and crannies of the neighborhood surrounding the parking lot.
K came back a little bit later crestfallen, upset, bummed, saddened (what are some other good words to add here?). Sucks. Her wallet was gone. She had gone and asked customer service if anyone had turned a wallet in as well. Nothing. She was devastated. We both were. Besides having her drivers license, her bank card and some cash it, the wallet also had most of Gilby’s gift cards to places like Babies “R” Us and Baby Gap in it. There were also a couple of Fred Meyer cards with a bit of money on them.
Here’s where my hand wringing comes in again. All we have been hearing on the news, TV and internet is how horrible our nation’s financial crisis is. Even though K and I are both working it’s easy to freak out about money in the current global climate. I was troubled at how the simple losing of the wallet threw a giant wrench in the machine making us feel like the whole train was about to burst off of the tracks. We are fine this month, but what about next? What happens when this financial crisis they are all talking about finally really hits us? We are walking this funky tight rope of paycheck to paycheck that gives me worry.
I know. “I aint gots no money” posts are lame. I’ll stop. Our situation isn’t unique.
So… The next morning Gilby and I load up the stroller and walk over to the Hawthorne Fred Meyer. G had it in his head that he was going to find Mama’s wallet! My thinking was that maybe whomever found the wallet gutted it’s contents and threw it in the bushes maybe leaving K’s driver’s license.
We walked the parking lot and kept our eyes peeled for the wallet or what could be discarded guts of the wallet. We didn’t find the wallet. Lots of trash though.
We headed into the store, bought a couple of supplies and strolled over to the customer service counter to ask one last time if anyone had found a wallet.
“Yes someone did turn in a wallet! What’s the name on the license?”
Hooray! We told them K’s name and got her wallet back! Mission accomplished! The wallet was totally intact and everything seemed to be there. Someone must have found it, gave it to a cashier and they didn’t give it to the customer service desk until closing or the next morning.
Now I’m feeling bad for thinking so poorly of my fellow Portlanders. Why did I so quickly assume that the wallet had been stolen, never to be seen again? We are all in the same boat. We’re all struggling to make ends meet. Of course we’d all realize this when we found a wallet in a parking lot and make every effort to get it back to it’s owner.