Lost Wallet
During an early morning jog with Taco on the 5th of July, we came upon a wallet lying alongside the sidewalk.
We opened it, extracted the cash and credit cards, and threw it into the bushes.
Actually, we took the wallet home. No point in knocking on the door of the property -- it was very early, and the previous day was a holiday, with the neighborhood filled with folks congregating at nearby Lake Murray to watch the fireworks. We should be able to identify the owner from the material contained within.
And we did. There was an out-of-state drivers license, but more interestingly, a business card -- of a law firm that Carol was familiar with, because a friend of hers worked there.
So Carol called her friend at the firm. "Does so-and-so work there?"
"Why, of course! Right next to me! How do you know her?"
"I have her wallet."
"You're joking!"
It happened that the wallet's owner had gone to watch the fireworks at her boyfriend's house in San Carlos, where we live, and dropped her wallet.
Both the wallet owner and Carol's friend live many miles from us -- but we were the ones that found it in that place on that day. If we hadn't taken that route (and we take different routes every morning), we wouldn't have found it.
Something to think about.
We opened it, extracted the cash and credit cards, and threw it into the bushes.
Actually, we took the wallet home. No point in knocking on the door of the property -- it was very early, and the previous day was a holiday, with the neighborhood filled with folks congregating at nearby Lake Murray to watch the fireworks. We should be able to identify the owner from the material contained within.
And we did. There was an out-of-state drivers license, but more interestingly, a business card -- of a law firm that Carol was familiar with, because a friend of hers worked there.
So Carol called her friend at the firm. "Does so-and-so work there?"
"Why, of course! Right next to me! How do you know her?"
"I have her wallet."
"You're joking!"
It happened that the wallet's owner had gone to watch the fireworks at her boyfriend's house in San Carlos, where we live, and dropped her wallet.
Both the wallet owner and Carol's friend live many miles from us -- but we were the ones that found it in that place on that day. If we hadn't taken that route (and we take different routes every morning), we wouldn't have found it.
Something to think about.
