Lost & Found- Alternately Titled: How Sara can take a short blurb and turn it into the longest post ever

BlueViolet just wrote a post talking about losing her wallet. At the end, she innocently asked, "Have you ever lost your wallet?"

I'm thinking to myself, "You mean this week? No, it is only Monday, give me another day or so."

Because, really? Being ADHD, I lose things a lot.

The last time I lost my wallet was...oh yes, last Friday. I was headed to St. Paul to visit one of my students who was in the hospital. I left later than I'd hoped, and still needed to stop to buy him a gift. About 30 minutes into the drive- on the freeway of course- my car suddenly slowed down, the dash said, "Engine power has been reduced" and I could not accelerate. I pulled off and tried to call Corey. No answer, so I tried my dad. No answer. Seventeen phone calls later, I get my dad.

(Who freaks out, is sure the car is going to blow. I make a mental note to do some deep reflection of where I get my catastrophe flair from.)

He is all like, "Do you know how to check the oil?"

"Yes, dad, I do"

LLLLOOOONNNGGG silence

"You do?"

#*^##%@!! (Really, he would have been better to ask if I know how to open the hood. Seriously, it took me longer to figure that out then to check the oil.)

Oil is fine, so I decide to proceed. After all, visiting hours end soon, and I need to get there. I had just put gas in, so I was thinking it might have to do with the gas cover or something, rather than a true malfunction.)

I stop at Target for a gift get distracted by shiny things and am running even later. I finally get down there. My student is playing Wii when I knock on his room door. He sees me? Drops the remote and pretends to fall asleep. (Yes, that is a compliment in my book. Hey, I even offered to do some fun math problems with him.)

Headed home at 9 p.m., I am in the EXACT same spot, on the other side of the freeway, when my car does the same thing. Most likely this is a Bermuda Triangle type of spot on the road or something. Ignoring it, I continue on my way.

Stopping at a gas station for one of these:

(I know. I know these are not really even a food, but more of a chemical concoction. It doesn't help. I love them. They are like sugar heaven kill me now addiction)

However, I can't pay, because I have no wallet. I rip my car apart looking for it. I search the gas station, call the mother of my student to see if I left it there. Nothing.

Finally, I call Target and ask. Yep, it's there. Another 20 minutes BACK towards St. Paul, at 9:35 p.m., they close at 10:00,my car is acting fine, but the engine light is still on. Let's go.

I pull in at 9:54 p.m, and go to get it. The lady looks at the wallet, asks me to describe it, "Uh, we are both sitting here looking at it, are we not?"

She opens it, looks at my ID, and suspiciously at me. Yes, yes I did lie on my weight. I will till the end too, so there.

"Hmmm...," she says, "doesn't seem to be any money in here. A lot of cards though."

Really? Thanks. That was so kind of you to analyze my wallet. (Besides, I don't have a single credit card to my name- sad, I know- it was all the other dumb cards I have.)

I kindly took my wallet, and proceeded home. My car made it, I learned a lesson, and have not lost my wallet in a week. (Don't ask about my handbag, phone or anything else though. I'm also pretty stellar at not losing my kids.)

(Was this what you meant when you asked BlueViolet? I tend to ramble sometimes. Justabit)