What a day I have had so far! I had a few things I needed at the store so I scrapped a thick layer of frost off the windscreen and warmed the car up so I could dash off as soon as DDs bus left to take her to school. I popped to Asda and did my shop. I had a couple of bags of stuff for the charity shop so popped across the parking lot to drop them of. I took out my wallet to show the Gift Aid card, then headed home. At the last-minute I decided to pop in to Homebase for a shelf to extend the large Expidite-like Ikea unit I have – I figured I could go up in height to put some of my items on display where they wouldnt;t reduce my actual storage space. When I go to the register, cue annoyance as I realized my wallet wasn’t in my purse. I went back to the car, assuming it had fallen out on the floor and cur actual PANIC when I realized it wasn’t there.
Now it gets weird. There was an elderly man walking past my car while I was clearly in a flap about my wallet. He just stood there staring at me with this smile on his face. I looked at him, simply unable to process why this guy was grinning. He said “I was just wondering what you were looking for” to which I replied “My wallet.” He carried on grinning and walking and I carried on hunting under the seats, in the grocery bags and on the ground. Oh how I wish I had asked him point blank had he seen it! I went in to the store and had a look in the aisles I knew I visited and went to the service desk to report it but there was a queue. I hopped in the car and headed back to the Charity Shop because that was the last place I KNEW I had it. No joy, and now DH was panicked as well. He’s very good about photocopying the contents of his wallet, and I’m not so good. But me losing mine meant him being inconvenienced as well if we had to replace all the cards, etc.
Back to Homebase, no queue so I stepped to the desk and asked if anyone had turned in a wallet. She asked my name and pullet it from under the counter!! The elderly man had found it and had literally just turned it in!!
OK so here is the conundrum! I can’t seem to decide if I wanted to thank him or give him a slap. He asked me what I was looking for, I told him, he had found it, maybe even had it in his pocket WHEN I TOLD HIM, and never said a word, but waited till I drove away and THEN went to the store to turn it in.
In my more generous moments I can give him the benefit of the doubt, as what Brits call a “purse” I call a wallet, and what I call a purse, Brits call a “bag” or “handbag”. So maybe he was confused. But I was CLEARLY in a panic, LOOKING FOR SOMETHING. He had found SOMETHING, and clearly a pretty important something – the kind of something that someone would be in a flap about. Me in a flap, looking for something. Him having found something. If he would have said he found something, asked my name, or what it looked like, ANYTHING, he would have known it was mine and I would have thanked him over and over. He would have felt good about helping someone, I would have had only 5 minutes of panic rather than 20, could have bought my shelf and gone home. But no.
In the end all’s well that ends well, I have my wallet (and my shelf) but I will spend the rest of the day baffled by how the situation played out. And wondering if I HAD asked him, would he have handed it over? I have no idea.
On a brighter note I finally added the journaling and the title to that layout I posted AGES ago, and have taken to every crop for a couple of months and never managed to complete. I just love the colours and the photo. And I’m glad it’s finally done!