The Emotional Roller Coaster Of Finding Your Lost Wallet Through Twitter
I had the morning from hell.
I slept terribly. I walked outside and it was pouring rain.
I got into a cab to head to work.I normally take the subway, butwasnt feeling very well, so I decided Id treat myself.
Instead of taking me to 23rd Street and 6th Avenue in Manhattan near my office, the cab driver misheard me and took me to 62nd Street and 3rd Avenue, which might as well have been another country.
I shouldve paid more attention, but I was hazy from sleep deprivation and didnt realize where the driver was heading.
Not to mention, people make mistakes. So I paid for the cab and got out, thinking Id just hop on the subway after all to not waste any more money.
But it was still raining, and I was worried Id be late for work, so I grabbed another cab.
This time, the driver took me to the correct destination.
When we pulled up, I took my wallet out, set it on the seat, paid the driver and got out.
But Inever picked my wallet back up.
I immediately realized my disastrous mistake, but the cab was long gone.
Id failed to catch the drivers nameor the cabs number, and I paid with cash, not a credit card.
I was resigned to believe Id never see the wallet again.Shit happens.
So there I was, standing in the middle of Manhattan, soaking wet from the rain, walletless and pathetic.
When you’re completely sober but you still leave your wallet in a taxi like a worthless moron pic.twitter.com/H5GqeKPqo3
John Haltiwanger (@jchaltiwanger) September 1, 2016
I didnt have any money couldnt even buy myself a coffee to get caffeinated enough to have the mental fortitude to solve this predicament. What a loser, right?
After trying to put the pieces of my life back together, I sat down and started getting some work done. I figured I should at least be productive in order to make up for my absentmindedness that morning.
About an hour later, I checked my email. At the top of my inbox was an email with a subject line that said, Found you wallet. Im the cab driver.