October 04, 2005
I went into panic mode today. I was almost out of cigarettes and I needed to go to the store. But I couldn't find my wallet.
My Crackerbox has a poltergeist that tends to eat things from time to time, and after I looked EVERYWHERE and couldn't find my wallet, I was almost ready to blame that evil spirit.
I wasn't worried about losing any money. I think I had about nine dollars, all in ones in there. But the gigantic pain in the butt of getting a new driver's license and cancelling my credit card for a new one made my skin crawl. I have a lot of automatic payments on that credit card because I get frequent flyer miles for paying my bills that way.
I KNEW I had my wallet when I left Helen, so I called Recondo 32 and asked him to check the back seat of the Snake to see if it fell out back there. I did some twisting and turning trying to be comfortable on the ride back home. He couldn't find it.
When Georgia came home from work, she looked, too, and called me to say that it wasn't in the car. I told her that it was small and black, just like the back seat of that fucking car, so she went to check again.
Lo and behold, she found it.
So, I don't have a lost wallet anymore. It's in Pritchardville, South Carolina, in good hands.
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