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I seem to be getting no questions so I will tell my really crazy story of my wallet's FML moment this weekend...
This story dates back to Friday the Worst of June (see what I did there? I said worst instead of first...), I woke up late and had to run out of the house, and get on the bus which gets detoured and delayed for 25 mins where a boy then faints... needless to say.. I was late for work -_-
I order my breakfast and it's missing stuff, which is terrible to me because food is JESUS! Get back to my desk and commence a terrible work day, the night wasn't too bad.. went to my friends house for "circle time" and watched Netflix.
But then Saturday (YIKES) comes around... Dun Dun Dunnnn..................
I wake up have some more "circle-time" and hop on the train for an hour and forty-five minutes (because trains suck on the weekend) miss my bus... -_- Finally I get home and have to hurry out to go to a pole dancing (http://FoxyFitnessAndPole.com/) class (where I had a blast.com!)... Anyway I decide I'm going to ride my bike there... but that doesn't work out because my bike wants me to die. I get over that hill, I go to the class... then go home... on the way home I call up "ma brutha frumah nuthah muthah" to see what's up for the night... end up making plans with him to go to his house on the bike (don't ask why I want this bike to do things for me when it clearly hates me). I meet up with him after tying a pillow to the seat for privates pain relief, we start riding towards my house and then change routes towards the train... where we had the realization that when people are on the train with their bikes.. SOMETHING WENT WRONG lmfao. We finally get to his house and commence our nightly plan which include but are not limited to "circle-time" and "thirst quenching" among other things and on the way to meet my brother at another hang out my wallet was dropped...
My wallet contained my life in it! Passport, Birth Certificate, Permit, SS Card!! ( I know these aren't things I should carry around but I spent a long time as a nomad so there were certain things I needed handy) I was devastated and spent about 3 hours retracing my steps back and forth from my current party to my last. My night and life were very sad.... I kept trying to cheer myself up and look at the bright side, I can cancel my cards, and replace all of my documents, at a price of course, but they can all be replaced. My kick ass brother had my back transportation wise, and we finally got home when the sun was up and a new miserable day had started with me being identity-less. sigh...
I couldn't get out of bed no matter how hard I tried... my mother even attempted to get me up (she had no clue what had happened the night before) but nothing worked. She went to cook some food and I couldn't even imagine getting up to eat...
Then I hear her pick up her phone and say " Hello, who? Sherry lost her wallet?" and I popped out of bed!! "WHAT?!" oooooh! sweet baby Jesus yesssss!
And when she passes me the phone I hear my awesomely awesome friend Browney on the other end telling me his brother found it in the street and when he realized it was me he started figuring out how to get in contact with me...... Things got a little better after that.. I still don't have cash because I have no cards.. but it's working out just fine because I am ME again!! I can't get deported to Biloboobula land and be married to a goat! I am an American again, and all of my documents are now safe in my drawer... smh I will NEVER carry them around unless I need them that day!
And that's my story! Yayy wallet baby!
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