Tonight I stopped at a mini-mart for a roll of antacids

[LiviaOlivia]

I had 2 bucks and change in my wallet just enough for 3 rolls of Tums. The ante got upped as my stomach burned. No clerks to be found. I could have robbed them blind but I don't "swim in that shit". ("Deadwood" fan). I wait. Self-service gas is against the law in the state where I live so I wait on the clerk-come-pump attendant who was busy with 3 cars. All I wanted was 3 89cent rolls of Tums. I wait. I hear humming from behind the soda pop/beer coolers.

"Hello" I say. "Hellllooo" I say again. No answer.

Last night I was sick. I dined on seafood lasagna that did me in. I could only drink tea and water today. I made the mistake of
watching "Master and Commander" today and just like the seafood lasagna, the surgical scenes made me run for the bathroom. That Canadian zombie movie remake didn't do that to me. What is going on? It has been a long time since I had a day or two before the great white porcelain god.

Allergies. It is almost fucking December and some pollen or mold is still attacking me. My stomach is in rebellion and my nose is running. Maybe if I was out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean the molds and pollens couldn't find me. Note to self: reread Patrick O'Brian.

Meanwhile back to the mini-mart. The clerk-come-pump attendant comes inside. She yells "Cindy or "Susan". No answer. She finally walks back towards the cooler and yells again. She can't help me, it has to be the "other one". The mysterious person behind the cooler appears. What is everyones' problem her eyes ask. Oh Jesus, just ring me up. My head is on Mars and the rest of me is in hell. The sale is made and money changes hands. Happy Thanksgivings are exchanged. I bite my tongue.

Walked back out to my car. Keys. Where are my keys? Too many pockets. Not in my jeans, not in my hoodie, and not in my jacket. Fuck. The clerk-come-pump attendant is back at her post, outside, in front of the mini-mart. Do you see my keys? She ducks back in the store and comes back out with my key ring on her finger. I thank her. I drive home.

Grabbed up my day-finder and Tums. Where is my wallet? MIA. It's not under the car seats. It is nowhere to be found. Mad dash back to the mini-mart. Oh God. I feel like a fool, first my keys and now my wallet. I can be a mouthy bitch. Thank goodness I didn't light into those clerks because of lack of instant gratification.

No wallet.

I drove back and forth over the 12 blocks between the mini-mart and home, with the high beam on, pissing off on-coming traffic. I walked the 12 blocks between the mini-mart and home. The battery died in my Mag-Lite. Went back to the mini-mart. I think I put my wallet on top of the car when I was searching for my keys and there it stayed til it flew off. I'll walk the 12 blocks in the morning. Light helps.

No wallet.

I called the bank to cancel the plastic and checks. More phone calls tomorrow. I loved that wallet, it was a Brahmin alligator.

Fuck. Fuck.

Facing the nauseating task of visiting the DMV tomorrow to replace my driver's license I just noticed that my nose stopped running and my stomach has settled down.

Happy Thanksgiving

[Hello_Kitty]

1. Oh dear that's awful. I'm so sorry.

Rough night. Well, at least there wasn't a lot of cash in your wallet. Don't forget to cancel any credits cards if you had them in there. Sleep well and I hope you feel better in the morning. :hug:

[cmd]

2. Good luck!

I have driven off twice with my purse on top of the car. Fortunately I was able to retrieve them before any serious damage was done. I'll be thinking of you.

[rasbobbo]

3. precisely the reason

why i never carry cash in my wallet.
i think i'll lay off seafood lasagna no too.

[shraby]

4. Get a purse with a long strap that goes over

your shoulder. You won't leave it on top of your car or anyplace else as it's out of your way and you can use both hands.