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So I'm getting ready to head to a neighborhood bar to watch the second playoff game today. All I did yesterday was lay around the apartment, watch football, drink beer, and order delivery food, which I paid cash for. So my wallet was just laying there, and some of the stuff had spilled out. No big deal.
As I am putting it back together, I notice that my main credit card isn't there. My backup one is.....but my main one is Clearly Not.
So I have three possibilities.
1. It went the way of my glasses the other day, and could be anywhere in my room, under my bed, who knows in this mess? That could be a pain.
2. I left it at the last bar I was at Friday.
3. I lost it somewhere, and/or someone found it. This would suck.
After looking around the area where my wallet and its contents had been laying and finding a whole lot of nothing, I call the bar I was at. It is one of my regular watering holes/dining stops, and I have the number in my phone. After explaining the situation to the guy who answers the phone, a few minutes later, he tells me that they do, in fact, have my card, and it will be behind the bar for me to pick up whenever.
Whew! That could have been bad!
Okay. Now I'm off to the other bar to drink beer, watch football, yell my food head off, and have fun. Now that I know WHERE it is, I can get my card any time.
As I am putting it back together, I notice that my main credit card isn't there. My backup one is.....but my main one is Clearly Not.
So I have three possibilities.
1. It went the way of my glasses the other day, and could be anywhere in my room, under my bed, who knows in this mess? That could be a pain.
2. I left it at the last bar I was at Friday.
3. I lost it somewhere, and/or someone found it. This would suck.
After looking around the area where my wallet and its contents had been laying and finding a whole lot of nothing, I call the bar I was at. It is one of my regular watering holes/dining stops, and I have the number in my phone. After explaining the situation to the guy who answers the phone, a few minutes later, he tells me that they do, in fact, have my card, and it will be behind the bar for me to pick up whenever.
Whew! That could have been bad!
Okay. Now I'm off to the other bar to drink beer, watch football, yell my food head off, and have fun. Now that I know WHERE it is, I can get my card any time.
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