So I lost my wallet yesterday at The Charles. At least I think it was The Charles, which was the only place I went yesterday.
Today, upon returning home from shopping with my parents, I had seven voice messages on my machine from a woman saying, "I've got your wallet. I'm calling back in twenty minutes." The messages were left between noon and 4pm, and she called almost every half hour. Then, they stopped. The last message said, "Alright, I guess the wallet isn't that important to you."
No number was left. No name was left. I have a listed number, and I'm sure she just looked me up in the phone book.
My dad, the cynical retired cop, thought the messages were vaguely threatening, in that she is going to expect money for returning the wallet - like several hundred dollars. So I made a police report. It's been three hours since her last call.
I'm not sure what she'll do. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. The credit cards haven't been touched yet. Also in the wallet were my driver's license, my social security card, my BCPSS ID card, three credit cards, and my Visa debit card. No cash, only some receipts and the free passes to The Charles.
Shit. This sucks.
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