Or... getting old ain't what it is cracked up to be...
Well... maybe not so cool. But this just happened. Really.
I was in the coffee break room (getting some coffee). I then walked out to the production floor to check on some equipment. I reached into my pocket for my wallet... and it felt... 'odd'.
I pulled it out, and it wasn't my wallet! Wha.....
I looked through it quickly, and saw a bunch of money, but no obvious ID. Sheesh... did I accidentally pick it up from the coffee room somehow? There was a guy there I didn't know who I was chatting with, and I had bunch of papers I was carrying that I had put on the counter while I was fetching coffee. Perhaps I somehow picked up his wallet at the same time? But where was mine?
I went back to the coffee room and there was a different guy there. I asked him if he had just seen a guy leave here. I was looking for him because I thought I had his wallet. He says "No, I'm the only who has been here in last minute or so."
I explained I found this wallet, and showed it to him. I said (jokingly) it couldn't be mine,mine didn't have any money in it. He looks at it and says "See if there is any ID in it." OK, I really didn't want to go poking about in someone else's wallet but I didn't see any other choice. I fumbled around and saw what appeared to be a driver's license so I pulled it out and...
it was me!
The guy looks at it and says "The guy who you are looking for is you!"
Light dawns.
Several months (!) ago I told my wife I needed a new wallet for Christmas. Guess what. She bought one, and this morning emptied out my old wallet, stuffed the new wallet with my ID, credit cards, and some money, and placed it where my old wallet was. In the sleepy hours of early AM, I didn't notice any change from the old wallet to the new wallet.
Gah...
I award myself Massive Brain Fart of the Month.
DJ
