Travel can have its ups and downs. And sometimes it’s really hard to keep a good attitude in the midst of shitty stuff happening. But my ability to keep my calm and be positive while traveling is something I take pride in.
But that positivity can go a little too far. After about 12 hours of travel today as I was getting off my last flight I reached under the seat to grab my bag as I was getting ready to get off the plane and noticed there on the floor an open wallet. A very distinctive open wallet.
An open hard-case polka dot wallet.
For those of your unfamiliar with my propensity for dots, I have a lot of polka-dotted items. I like polka dots. And that affection for the pattern helps me keep track of my stuff and cuts down on decision fatigue. I need a new suitcase, what should it look like? Polka dots! I need a new cable pouch what should it look like? Polka dots! I need new underwear what should they look like? Polka dots!
You get the point.
So when I saw that hard-case polka dot wallet lying on the airplane floor I knew that it was either mine or someone else had very good taste in wallets. I picked it up and hastily glanced inside. I noticed my id and all my cards were present and I breathed a sigh of relief. It must have fallen out. I have no idea how it had fallen out since I had shut my bag up tight, but that must be what happened.
Until I checked the cash section and emergency cash section. And both of those sections, they were empty. And the first thought I had?
Well at least they didn’t take my ID and credit cards.
And I stuck with that for a few minutes. For a little while I actually thought I had a nice thief. Oh that thief was so nice they only took all my cash money.
But then as I continued walking I started to question that. I had been violated and instead of being angry I’m thankful that they ONLY took some of what belongs to me? I decided to give my goody-goody always look on the bright side self a pass. And now I’m mad. I’m just mad.
And sad. Hey thief. You fucking suck.
But seriously, thanks for not taking my id and cards. And thanks for leaving my wallet where I could find it.
But you suck.
4 thoughts on “trying to not be thankful…”
👿👿👿 Hulk smash!
This is when I’d like to think the person who took the money needed it more than I did. Envision food for their family was purchased with it rather than a neck massage at one of those airport kiosks.
I’m so sorry, Cami. Having something stolen is such a violation; it feels even more so in the tight confines of a plane. :( Sending you much love.
That person does suck. I have been flying some long haul flights lately and I sometimes wonder about how easy it would be for someone to go fishing like you experienced. I do get the thankfulness part – some things really do create more chaos than others when they are taken.