After stopping at the Bartlett Sports store to get Juliana's soccer gear, I spent about 45 minutes filling my grocery cart at Super Target. (But let's not talk abou the fact that I grabbed the cart with unturnable wheels, forcing me to muster all of my body weight to move around the corners. Why did this start happening only after I had piled a mountain of food in my cart? I don't really know.) The fun part of the story begins when I got to the checkout and realized I did not have my wallet.
After searching my car, I came to the conclusion that I must have left it back at the sports store, so I had the checkout woman hold my $160 basket of groceries for me while I sped back to the previous store. It wasn't until the wallet was still unaccounted for there that I really started to freak out. I then drove home to get my checkbook so I could at least pay Target for all my food (and to also spend some time on the phone cancelling my credit cards.) But when I got there I found a message from the Bartlett police department saying someone had found my wallet on Main St. and turned it in.
This is why I love living in a small town. If I had left my purse on top of my car in my old neighborhood in Chicago and driven off, by the time I had gotten home to call the bank I would have had a handful of charges made ranging from Marshall Fields to Rainbow on Lawrence. Someone probably would have tried to open a bank account in my name or apply for a mortgage. But here I got to retrieve my lost property from my friendly neighborhood officer.
People of Bartlett, I'm giving you a big smooshy hug right now for saving me a trip to the DMV.
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YAY! I'm glad you found it. I threw away my wallet (left it on a tray at a fast food place) almost a year ago. What a pain that was, since I was positive that if I didn't go through and cancel everything, some Dumpster diver would come through and steal all of the contents. ;)
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