I was all space-cadet after work yesterday when I stopped to get gas at the Shell station. Saw a coworker there, started chatting, then got distracted by a news story they had on those TV's about a car museum in Cleveland. Story must have been damn enthralling, because I left my wallet on top of my car and drove off. I actually heard it fall off but didn't register what it was until I got home and wanted to get some Taco Bell. No wallet.
I didn't have much cash in there, per usual, and I cancelled my cards right away but I was still bummed about having to go to the DMV to get a new license. DMV in SF is straight up gross. An old lady with likely Osteoperosis coughed directly into my lap last time I was there. No bueno.
As luck would have it, though, nice, honest, do-goodish people still exist in the world. And they ride bicycles. Dudeman showed up at my apartment with my wallet. He had biked all the way from SOMA to give it to me! Awwwwww!!!!
Thanks, guy! This song goes out to you....
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the worst part of this story was probably the feeling you felt when you realzied you couldnt get the crunch wrap supreme at taco bell...i feel ya
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