You may remember a couple of years ago, I lost my wallet in a McDonald's bathroom stall in Niigata City, Japan. After this happened, I swore to myself that I would never be so foolish again. Well, yesterday, I did it again. The rundown was simple:
- Wearing my new, shorter dickies, I opened the bike park cage outside of Stuart Hall.
- I rode my bike about 3 miles towards home.
- Halfway home, I had the odd sense that I was missing something.
- I stopped, rummaged through my bag and realised I didn't have my wallet.
- I sped back to campus, looking on the ground hoping to find it.
- Back at campus, I called security and asked them to let me into my building so I could start calling and canceling my credit cards.
- As I was standing outside in the rain, thinking about how stupid I was, the secretary for my department, leaving for the day, saw me and said, 'Did you lose your wallet?' Apparently it had fallen out of my pocket on the way out of campus and a friendly social scientist who was smoking outside of a building saw it, picked it up, and returned it.
Then and now:
