Basileia

Unwilling to explain the loss of my wallet once again, I will quote from a mass-email I sent out to my former and future housemates:

Some of you might know that my wallet is red. Fewer of you know that my car is red. I also have my car at school this summer (and am going to for school next year, and senior year if it still works, too! rock on.) Well, I was certainly noticing the abundance of redness as I placed my wallet on my car while filling up with gas before I drove down to C’s for the fourth of July. I was thinking, “Gee, it blends right in; I could easily forget it there. I should be careful not to do that.” And then, after I’d gotten in the car after filling up, I got this feeling like I wanted to check the gas cap. I just really wanted to get out of my car real quick and make sure I had closed everything ok and all. But I didn’t, because I’m trying to be less obsessive compulsive. Or I was. But since about two hours later, when I realized I never got my wallet off of my car (by that time I was about 20 minutes from C’s), I decided I can be as obsessive compulsive as I damn well please! Forever. G D it! Anyway, despite the 2-hour lag, I don’t seem to have incurred any unauthorized charges, though I should check again to see if something else went through since right before I canceled my credit and debit card. Maybe whoever found my wallet was just douchey enough not to turn it in at the gas station, but then stopped at taking my cash, and left the cards alone. Not that I expected it to be turned in; it just would have been cool, you know?

And then yesterday, when I checked my phone after a meeting with my advisor, there was a message from a State Trooper, informing me that he found my wallet. On the Thruway. My goodness, does this happen often? So, I got very unclear directions (something about a teepee and a road name that, even once spelled, eluded me) and an ex-roommate took me to go pick the thing up. It was the saddest thing I have ever seen. Probably not true. But I didn’t want to touch it, afraid for my hands. I received it in a very efficient fashion from a mad with a face like a bucket of used coals, and we were off again. My Eta Sigma Phi membership card is all but ruined, as well as my Alumni Association card from my highschool (in future, I will always laminate these things), but it’s helpful to have my driver’s liscence back. Now I can get on a plane, get a blockbuster card, oh, do all kinds of things!

I couldn’t take a photo of the rain-and-sun-destroyed wallet. I threw it out; it was too painful (it had been a Christmas present). But here’s a photo of an upside-down bug stuck to an advertisement posted on the door of my building: