Being a military spouse overseas, your wallet is not JUST a wallet. In it you carry your military ID, your stateside license, your 3rd AF license (or equivalent), all your bank cards, and currency from two, sometimes three countries. You cannot leave your house without it, and when you do, you look like an idiot at the gate searching every inch of your car for it. (Check underneath the seat for the fiftieth time just in case you missed the little bugger.)
I say this to paint a picture for those of you who may not understand the necessity of your wallet.
Well this morning I left my house for bible study, wallet in the seat next to me. I go to pull onto base and realize that my wallet is missing the holy military ID. It's in my jacket which I am NOT wearing because for once it is sunny in England. No biggy, I have my licenses and can just sign myself onto base for my study. Driving onto base I realize I have a few dollars with my name on it, so I stop for a coffee. A soy latte later, baby in arms, I get back to the car. I place the magical latte on top of the Subie, my wallet on the tail, and I buckle Rhapsody in, grab my coffee, leaving my wallet, unbeknownst to me, on the rear of the car... I drive away... Sipping my delicious coffee, ready for an amazing study... The wallet is left behind...
My day continued in the lovely fashion that only a sunny day in England can. I had study, and decided to treat Richard to lunch with my extra bucks. When I picked Richard up at home I grabbed my military ID and we headed to base. Only when I went to pay for lunch did I realize I was missing my lovely black accomplice... Huh? Must've left it in the car. That's fine, I'll just pay with Richard's card. Mid lunch we get a call from a Sgt in Richard's shop saying my wallet had been turned into security forces on Mildenhall. That's odd! I didn't even know it was lost!
We drove to Mildenhall and to pick up said wallet. After circling the parking lot four times trying to figure out which building we were supposed to go to, we finally found our way. A couple Cops later and I had my wallet in hand. Hmmm.. It feels a bit lighter than normal... I open it up and discover that every once of cash has been stolen Everything had been moved, my debit cards weren't in the correct spots, and even the 2 dollar bill I'd had hiding behind my license for five years had been removed. The jerk made off with forty dollars plus change, ten pounds plus change, and my lucky Two Dollar Bill!! I mean, who does that? It is still a beautiful sunny day in England, but now my mood is fouled. My best friend is on her way over, ingredients for chocolate chip cookies in hand. Hopefully a bit of cleaning, some chocolate (one! I'm on a diet!) will help bring my attitude back up.
And to the jerk face who stole my favoritest two dollar bill. May it only bring you bad luck.
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