We figured out what happened. When I picked up my wallet, EVERYthing was in there – including the cash. The man that found it told me he found it at 11 a.m. – the exact time I was leaving the parking lot and the crackpot car lady after CootieGirl’s pediatrician appointment. He found it on the highway just off the parking lot exit.
We think I may have put it on top of my car when I started arguing with the lady. Which makes sense, since I know I was fiddling with my purse waiting for CootieGirl to get in her carseat when she slipped and pushed the door into crackpot’s SUV. So I probably pulled away with the thing on my car and sheer wind force pushed it off the car.
I gave the man (his name was Kent and he’s a true angel) a $20 as a thank you token, and when he refused I put it in his shirt pocket and said, “No, you have to take this because you don’t know what a blessing you’ve been to me today.”
And now I’m at work. Only 2 1/2 hours later than planned. With wallet and credit cards intact. Who cares about the stupid car crackpot lady. There’s no police report and no proof that I did anything to her car (which I’ll say again – I DIDN’T otherwise the county cop would have written SOMEthing up on it).
What a day. But thank you, Lord, for returning my wallet to me in it’s original state.
I need to clean that thing out – I carry way too much stuff that I don’t need to carry. If I ever lose it again I’d rather there only be ONE credit card in there, not three (especially since one of them has a zero balance).