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Pat
If you had found your wallet after you'd phoned everybody, you could have lost it again on purpose.
posted by
johnmacnab
on October 7, 2009 at 9:10 AM
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Fully agree with the waiting & thinking instead of acting in panic mode.....and it was a good move! You are very good at the building of tension in a story!!! I noticed that in your book too.
posted by
adnohr
on October 4, 2009 at 11:14 PM
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I have been through that too, although I didn't find my wallet. If I had caught the thief in the act, I would probably be in prison now. The missing money is the least of the trouble but the replacment of verything else is a nightmare. Glad it ended so well and was the source of an entertaining story.
posted by
vogue
on October 4, 2009 at 9:55 PM
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I surely do know that feeling. I'll never forget Madrid and Plaza del Sol when the gypsies picked my pocket book and took my wallet, money, cards, passport, driver's license. Not a very good feeling.
posted by
TAPS.
on October 4, 2009 at 7:07 PM
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PatB
Terrific ending luv, I'm so happy you found that wallet. It takes me abou an hour to sort out my pills for the month, 13 a day for gosh sakes.
posted by
WileyJohn
on October 4, 2009 at 6:38 PM
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Phew you had me worried for you.Such good writing, the suspense was
really built to perfection and now I am so relieved with the great ending.
posted by
Kabu
on October 4, 2009 at 6:25 PM
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Pat B - I can relate to misplacing a lot of things and feeling the same way you did. Ah yes coffee does taste better after you have found a lost.
posted by
shobana
on October 4, 2009 at 3:56 PM
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Wow, what a relief that you found it!!! Glad all worked out in the end!
posted by
Ariala
on October 4, 2009 at 7:52 AM
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Pat
Ah yes - this has awakened memories of agonizing hours spent trying to come to grips with the possibility, no - the
certainty, that all was lost, all these bits of plastic and paper that are the lubricants of our lives, that testify to the world and even to our own selves that, indeed, we
exist...and all that just because I wore a pair of pants that I
never wear, except on this one occasion, and had promptly forgotten about the next day...
posted by
Nautikos
on October 4, 2009 at 5:52 AM
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What a relief to have found it! That type of thing is a nightmare. Here's wishing you a peaceful day after all that hassle.
posted by
elinjo
on October 4, 2009 at 5:45 AM
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