That was the range of emotion I went through this morning as I reached into my pocket for my wallet to get my metrocard and felt nothing.
Oh, crap. Quick, back to the train, maybe it fell out. Nope, not on the train. Where did it go? Did I have it this morning? Was I robbed. CRAP! What was in there? What do I need to cancel? What a PAIN IN THE ASS. Wait…maybe I didn’t take it with me. Call the house.
“Hi, it’s Noam. Can you check my night table and see if my wallet is there.” “The brown one. Yes, it’s here.” “Thanks.”
Whew, it’s not lost. Thank god. But how did you forget tour wallet? Idioooooot! Oh, and now I have no money, no metrocard and no credit cards for the day. What the hell am I gonna do? This sucks.
Thankfully, I have a friend who rides with me that could swipe me into the subway (not sure how I’ll get home, but today may be a good day to work late and take a car). Even better, he suggested that today would be a perfect day for a summer lunch. Just remember to bring another associate who can use his/her credit card. I’m so happy that I ride the train with smart people.