Meanderings of the Mind

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I was recently relocated to Chattanooga by the Postal Service due to the closing of the Remote Encoding Center I worked at in Bowling Green, KY. I had just started my first semester at WKU majoring in Nursing. Since I had recently built a house, my options were to get a lower paying job and lose my house or to move and rent my house out until I have my degree. I chose the latter. I've travelled throughout Europe with my friends and sisters which I consider the highlight of my life experiences to date. I come from a family of 6 kids--4 girls and 2 boys ranging in ages 18 to 34. Only my youngest brother is married at this point.

Monday, April 17, 2006

What's in your purse?

Have you ever considered what you would lose if you were to lose your purse? Consider all those phone calls you would have to make to cancel credit cards (do you even know what those numbers are?) and to put stops on checks. For that matter, what was the last check you wrote out since your register is also gone? After you've finished plugging the hole in your finances, you must address the issue of a new driver's license. And what do you do about that social security card? We've all heard about stolen identity problems. Then you must address the myriad of other cards like health insurance, movie rental, discount cards, student ID, etc.

This happened to me when I idiotically walked off and left my purse sitting outside Fletcher Hall. When I discovered my momentous blunder an hour later, I rushed outside to discovered that it was gone. The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach was beyond description as I thought of all those things I would have to go through. I had planned to go grocery shopping after class, but how was I going to manage this without a credit card or a checkbook? And how long would it take to replace those things?

Thankfully, my story had a good ending thanks to two very important factors. 1) I had an identification card with my phone number on it, and 2) an honest gentleman by the name of Jameson Miller found my purse and kept it safe for me until I could meet up with him to retrieve it. In a city where crime seems to abound, I was very impressed and very grateful to be on the receiving end of such integrity and honesty.

3 Comments:

Blogger Kris said...

Sara, I'm afraid I have to comment on this one. What in the world were you thinking?? Why, it makes me ill just to think of it. As Sharon says (and she has a confession of her own to make), it [almost] sounds like something I would do. Except that even I have copies of my cards (front and back) and everything else in my wallet in both my file at work and in my lockbox at the bank (thanks to a timely forwarded email from our own dear mother). But I need to update it. Especially now.

12:08 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sara,
I'm so glad this turned out good, I was really worried at the beginning of this story. Paulina recently had her own little scare. She thought she had lost her wallet before she went to Florida for Spring break. So, she got a new drivers license and a new bank card, all she had to replace was her student ID. Then she took the money she had budgeted to Florida in cash. She had to watch her money closely, when it was gone, it was really gone. When she returned, she found her wallet in her friends car. She was glad to have it back and joked that it saved her money since she didn't have her bank card on her vacation. What am I gonna do with you girls?

11:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sara,

I quite thoroughly sympathize. I have had so many almost losing my purse scares that I can scarcely choose which one to share with you. I think one of the craziest & dumbest was leaving my wallet in a material store in Santa Ana, El Salvador with my permit to be in the country in it. They knew where the "gringos" were living so somehow they sent it out with one of our neighbors and it came back all intact----truly miraculous in a country where people snatch those things from you. Alex and my brother Nate could not identify when everytime we entered or exited the car on our trip back from Idaho I would have this frantic search shouting, "Where's my Purse?" If Only I could put them in the shoes of the scatterbrained.........
I'm glad your story has a happy ending... and I like all your stories.

2:55 PM  

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