My Uppity Wallet

Recently, I lost my wallet. I cancelled my credit cards. I cried. I looked everywhere. It was gone. Two days later, I received a call from a man named Jerry. He had found my lost wallet and wanted to return it to me. I was excited. The process of returning the wallet was interesting.

Jerry was across town and we couldn't think of a good place to meet, so he offered to put my wallet in a cab and have it driven back to me. I agreed and $10.50 later, it was home. I did learn something through this experience, besides the fact that not every person is evil. I learned that, apparently, my wallet is too uppercrust to take the bus.