By Christopher Cudworth
I’ve run in some cold weather. 12 below. Things like that.
But I wasn’t in the mood to do that early this morning. So I went to the gym.
After a few miles on the treadmill and some lifting, I changed back into warm sweats and headed to the grocery store.
There I tried like heck to shop Lite but still spent $96. I think $25 of that was garbage stickers.
You can’t eat those. But at least they’re light on calories.
Then while loading groceries into the cart I must have dropped my wallet on the ground. Perhaps it fell out of my thick down jacket. The cold wind was blowing and I was hurrying just to get back in the car.
Stopping at the bank on the way home, the wallet turned up missing.
So it was back to the store and the parking lot. No wallet. I ran back and forth trying to figure out where it had been left. Checked the big stack of shopping carts. Asked the warmly dressed parking lot cart fetcher gal whether a wallet had been turned in.
No luck. But one more stop at the service counter discovered the fact that someone had called in about a wallet. They left a number. Which was written down incorrectly.
So I went home to check the voice mail and there was a new number resembling the one at the grocery store so I called it. Sure enough, a guy had found the wallet on the ground. It probably wasn’t there more than three minutes after it dropped out of my jacket.
As a person with a preoccupied mind, I try to be a creature of habit. Carry my wallet the same way. Phone too. Any exceptions pose a risk.
So I drove down to pick up my wallet and took a couple art posters with me to thank the guy. After all, I couldn’t stop at the bank and get him a $20 as a show of thanks…he had my wallet!
He was a very nice person. Seemed to appreciate the gesture with the posters. Turns out he works out at the same gym. “See you there,” he smiled.
And that was that. Thank goodness some identity thief didn’t find my wallet, or someone who ran out and charged the world. It’s a lot of hassle to replace all those cards and protect your credit.
I’d like to say I’ll be more careful next time. But I’m already really careful. Except when the routine gets mixed up.
So I’ll just say that a trip to the gym turned into something more this morning. A lesson that you can never be too careful in anything you do.