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Three days after we returned from New Orleans, we packed up the car and went to Chicago for Labor Day weekend. On Saturday, we went to my aunt and uncle's house. My mom and aunt went to an Italian grocery store, but I decided to stay at the house. I talked to my uncle for a while, and then decided to go for a walk. While I was walking, I saw a convenience store, bought a soda there, and finished my walk.
About eight hours later (around midnight), we arrived back at the hotel. I discovered that my hotel room key was missing. I went to the front desk and told him that I lost my key. He asked for an ID, and when I opened my purse, I discovered that my wallet was missing.
We called my aunt right away, but the wallet wasn't at the house. We called the restaurant at which we had dinner, but it wasn't there either. I called the convenience store, but it was closed.
At that point, I was completely wired, so I stayed up for a while messing around on my computer in an attempt to relax. I e-mailed a friend whom I was going to meet at the Chicago Jazz Festival, told her what happened, and said that I wasn't sure if I'd make it to the Festival on Sunday. Eventually I went to sleep. I got up early and called the convenience store. They said that someone had found the wallet in the parking lot.
I was pretty certain that I hadn't dropped the wallet in the parking lot. I might have left it on the counter at the store, dropped it on the floor thinking that I was putting it in my purse, or someone snatched it (my aunt's theory). So I was fairly certain that someone had taken the wallet. I had cash in there, a debit card, a credit card, my driver's license, a checkbook (I used to keep my checkbook separate from my wallet, which is not a bad idea), my Wayne State ID, various loyalty cards, and so on. I wondered what, if anything was still in the wallet. They asked for my name when I called, which led me to believe that my driver's license was still in there.
When I got there, they handed me my wallet wrapped in plastic with my driver's license showing through the plastic. They told me that someone had found it in the packing lot, had called my credit card company, wrapped my wallet in plastic, and gave it to the store clerk. My cash was gone. My credit and other cards were all out of order, but seemed to be still there. (Later I realized that my Border's Rewards card was gone, so it was a literate thief.)
I suppose that I got off lightly, but I spent the rest of the day feeling tired and grumpy. I wondered why, if the person who found the wallet called my credit card company, why didn't they call me? The credit card company has my cell phone number. My mom thinks that the person who found the wallet took the cash and made a show of giving the wallet to the person who worked at the store. I wonder how the person who found the wallet just happened to have plastic lying around of the type used to wrap sandwiches, so I wonder if someone associated with the store took the money. I'll never know. I find it slightly ironic that everyone warned me to watch out for pickpockets in New Orleans, but it took going to Chicago, my hometown, for my wallet to be stolen.
We stopped briefly at my aunt and uncle's house again to tell them what happened. By that point, we should have been going downtown to the Jazz Festival, so I texted my friend and told her that I wasn't going to go to the Festival. When we got to the hotel, I took a nap for a couple of hours. Then my mom and I went to a restaurant specializing in Cajun, Creole, and Southern food, and had a great meal. (The restaurant is Dixie Kitchen in Evanston near Church Street and Benson. I highly recommend it.)
On Monday, I did homework for a while, and then met my dad for dinner. We had a great time. It turns out that he went to New Orleans last year, so we compared notes. He liked the idea of going to the Aquarium there, so maybe he'll go there next time.
Today (Tuesday), we drove back to Detroit. It'll be nice to stay home for a while (although my mom and I bought back lots of literature about various travel destinations in Michigan). Homework awaits me....
About eight hours later (around midnight), we arrived back at the hotel. I discovered that my hotel room key was missing. I went to the front desk and told him that I lost my key. He asked for an ID, and when I opened my purse, I discovered that my wallet was missing.
We called my aunt right away, but the wallet wasn't at the house. We called the restaurant at which we had dinner, but it wasn't there either. I called the convenience store, but it was closed.
At that point, I was completely wired, so I stayed up for a while messing around on my computer in an attempt to relax. I e-mailed a friend whom I was going to meet at the Chicago Jazz Festival, told her what happened, and said that I wasn't sure if I'd make it to the Festival on Sunday. Eventually I went to sleep. I got up early and called the convenience store. They said that someone had found the wallet in the parking lot.
I was pretty certain that I hadn't dropped the wallet in the parking lot. I might have left it on the counter at the store, dropped it on the floor thinking that I was putting it in my purse, or someone snatched it (my aunt's theory). So I was fairly certain that someone had taken the wallet. I had cash in there, a debit card, a credit card, my driver's license, a checkbook (I used to keep my checkbook separate from my wallet, which is not a bad idea), my Wayne State ID, various loyalty cards, and so on. I wondered what, if anything was still in the wallet. They asked for my name when I called, which led me to believe that my driver's license was still in there.
When I got there, they handed me my wallet wrapped in plastic with my driver's license showing through the plastic. They told me that someone had found it in the packing lot, had called my credit card company, wrapped my wallet in plastic, and gave it to the store clerk. My cash was gone. My credit and other cards were all out of order, but seemed to be still there. (Later I realized that my Border's Rewards card was gone, so it was a literate thief.)
I suppose that I got off lightly, but I spent the rest of the day feeling tired and grumpy. I wondered why, if the person who found the wallet called my credit card company, why didn't they call me? The credit card company has my cell phone number. My mom thinks that the person who found the wallet took the cash and made a show of giving the wallet to the person who worked at the store. I wonder how the person who found the wallet just happened to have plastic lying around of the type used to wrap sandwiches, so I wonder if someone associated with the store took the money. I'll never know. I find it slightly ironic that everyone warned me to watch out for pickpockets in New Orleans, but it took going to Chicago, my hometown, for my wallet to be stolen.
We stopped briefly at my aunt and uncle's house again to tell them what happened. By that point, we should have been going downtown to the Jazz Festival, so I texted my friend and told her that I wasn't going to go to the Festival. When we got to the hotel, I took a nap for a couple of hours. Then my mom and I went to a restaurant specializing in Cajun, Creole, and Southern food, and had a great meal. (The restaurant is Dixie Kitchen in Evanston near Church Street and Benson. I highly recommend it.)
On Monday, I did homework for a while, and then met my dad for dinner. We had a great time. It turns out that he went to New Orleans last year, so we compared notes. He liked the idea of going to the Aquarium there, so maybe he'll go there next time.
Today (Tuesday), we drove back to Detroit. It'll be nice to stay home for a while (although my mom and I bought back lots of literature about various travel destinations in Michigan). Homework awaits me....
