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[Aug. 1st, 2007|11:04 am] |
They say that Stockholm is one of the top four cities in the world where if you lose your wallet or mobile phone, you're the most likely to get it back. Being sorta Swedish, I take pride in that.
Next to my bed is the wallet of a Maria H. It's a small billfold with a cutout heart. Inside are a secured credit card, a debit card, two medical lab cards, a BJ's membership, $72 in cash, a photo, a small calendar, and 860 Philippine "Pisos" (which is like $18 USD). I think the photo is of Maria, or someone who looks a lot like her, based on the photo on her BJ's membership. It looks like a passport pose, although it's on regular photo paper. No other ID.
We found it on the way back from CR's senior photo shoot. It was on the ground, and surrounded by the US cash. I think we got it all.
I wasn't sure what to do, so I called her debit card, which is the same bank as my bank. I was on hold for 35 minutes in the "lost and stolen" queue. Luckily, when someone answered, it wasn't LaTisha the open mouthed sassy gum chewer like I usually get, but some nice lady who had a clear voice and a slight southern accent. She canceled the card, which I debated on calling the bank because of that but had to do something, and I left her my cell number so when they call Maria, they can give her my number so we can arrange a pickup.
I feel good about this. Maybe that's arrogant, but I would be FREAKED if I lost my wallet, and would pray and pray someone honest found it and gave it back, haunted by despair that people are dishonest and would steal my identity. |
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You are a good man. Nothing like finding a wallet & getting it back to the owner to earn major karma points. (We found someone's business daytimer @ Ikea a few months back & got it back to him & had a happy glow for the rest of the day.)
We get a lot of calls at my office from people who have found a student's wallet and the only way they can think of to find them is though us (since they usually find a student ID in there). It's rough sometimes to be the middle-man, but 90% of the time we manage to get the person and hook them up with their good samaritan.
On the flip side, I'm always shocked at the end of the year how many full wallets are still left in our lost and found.
I like Swedes, not many of you are Dritseks... *grin*
Dritseks? Like buttsecks?
The only word of Swedish I know; translates to sh*tbag. *grin* | |
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