Halloween pranking...
This morning, I got up late. My alarm was set 10 minutes later than it usually is. So, given that it usually takes me 20 minutes to get myself together for work, I was a little bit late getting out the door. I took out my wallet at three points: at the deli, at the metro, and in a cab. Nothing out of the ordinary. My wallet stayed in my bag for the entire day while I was at work and thereafter.
Ariel and I decided to see 30 Days of Night this evening. I get to the window and pull out my wallet... my money is still there, but all of my cards are gone. ID, credit cards, the works. Gone. I proceed to squirm and worry my way through the movie. (Tangent: the movie was awful. Everyone in it was so stupid I wished death on them and there were plotholes you could drive a Mack truck through. Plus, it gives fisting a whole new meaning.)
I get home, and the first thing I do is empty my bag. No cards. I call the cab company to see if anyone's turned anything in. Nada. I plop down at the edge of my bed in a moment of panic. I decide to check my bank balance and then call the bank to cancel my cards when I notice something odd.
Sitting on top of a stack of dvds on the second shelf of my bookshelf: a neat pile of cards. ID. Credit card. Debit card. Insurance card.
There is no way in HELL I put them there. None. Before going out for the movie, I hadn't touched my wallet since 9:00am. I certainly didn't remove all of my cards and put them somewhere completely random.
Either something pranked me or something seriously was looking out for me today. In either case, I am overjoyed to have my cards back.
Ariel and I decided to see 30 Days of Night this evening. I get to the window and pull out my wallet... my money is still there, but all of my cards are gone. ID, credit cards, the works. Gone. I proceed to squirm and worry my way through the movie. (Tangent: the movie was awful. Everyone in it was so stupid I wished death on them and there were plotholes you could drive a Mack truck through. Plus, it gives fisting a whole new meaning.)
I get home, and the first thing I do is empty my bag. No cards. I call the cab company to see if anyone's turned anything in. Nada. I plop down at the edge of my bed in a moment of panic. I decide to check my bank balance and then call the bank to cancel my cards when I notice something odd.
Sitting on top of a stack of dvds on the second shelf of my bookshelf: a neat pile of cards. ID. Credit card. Debit card. Insurance card.
There is no way in HELL I put them there. None. Before going out for the movie, I hadn't touched my wallet since 9:00am. I certainly didn't remove all of my cards and put them somewhere completely random.
Either something pranked me or something seriously was looking out for me today. In either case, I am overjoyed to have my cards back.