I found a man’s black leather wallet on the ground, near a truck. I looked around, for someone in a dizzy-state looking for it. No one was around.
- I picked up the wallet, ran into the car dealership, whose glass windows faced the truck & lost wallet, none of the employees would acknowledge me or my question, “Did you see anyone in this truck or anyone who lost a wallet?” My intention was to ask for a name (I had already glanced in the wallet to look for the owner’s name) and return it.
- I called the police.
- I waited, albeit panicky, for the owner to show up. Finally, after what seemed like a long time, but was only minutes, the owner arrived. I asked him his name. When he said the name on all the credit cards and license in the wallet, I handed it to him. He smiled, but was not outwardly relieved or overjoyed. I would have screamed with delight. Note to self: difference between men and women.
A happy ending to the wallet story and a concise list of what to do if it happens to you.
Aloha,
Denise
