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09/05/2002 Entry: "Stolen Wallet !?!?!"
Today when I got to work, I didn't have my wallet. I thought I left it in the car. No big deal. At lunch time, it wasn't in the car. OK, I left it home. No big deal. I get home and I'm opening the mail in the elevator. There's a letter from some jeweler thanking me for my business. Weird. No wallet in the apartment. Then it dawns on me. I am screwed.
Hopefully the jeweller has a record of the transaction. I am definitely poison now. The hot bubbly Union Carbide kind. Put your hazmat suits on, dear readers. This may get messy.
Sheepish Update: Requested a new debit card, corporate credit card, changed all my passwords just to be safe, spent most of the evening on hold and then, yes, well um it's that kind of a day, noticed the thank you card from the jeweler, well it wasn't actually addressed to me, per say, there's no apartment number on the address, and the last name really does look like mine, but it's actually to "Mr Mcgarvey", ahhhh, which led me to search the car a little harder, and I found the wallet. New car - I didn't know all the places a wallet could hide yet. It really is pretty uncanny how much the Mcgarvey looks like Nagurney. The postal people must get some special training on reading bad writing so they could match the g's and y;s like that.
Al Johnson of Bailey Banks and Biddle, get thee to Kate Gladstone, handwriting repairwoman. Kate's magic is very strong. Very strong indeed. She will fix what's ailing you. Kate, by the way, is also a master of library science, which doubles her magic in my book.
