A few weeks ago, I lost my passport. And then on Friday (after buying beers at an Eskimos game), I lost my wallet. Of course, everything was in that wallet: credit card, debit card, identification of various types, insurance cards, and of course, my social insurance number.
Yeah, I know. OJ already yelled at me for not having memorized all the various numbers on said cards. I blame nearly 20 years in the United States where I devoted all my brain power to memorizing my social security number and library card number. Priorities. Or something.
Luckily, I’ve been able to keep tabs on things with all the mobile apps on ye ole pocket computer! In the four days since my wallet disappeared, there’s been no suspicious activity on my visa, or my Starbucks card. Yeah, my Starbucks card. Leave it to me to let that be the measure of honesty for the person that finds my wallet. But really, if I was the thieving type, I would totally use up any money there was on a Starbucks card. But since that hasn’t happened, maybe, just maybe, someone is trying to return my wallet? That or they drink shitty coffee.
Waiting four days to cancel my cards wasn’t an option, so I did that on Saturday afternoon as soon as I’d filed my lost items report with the City of Edmonton. The next challenge was surviving the long weekend on $7.50. Which I did. Although, now I need a second bottle of Macallan 12 and something new to watch on Netflix (Hank Moody, I love you).
This morning I got a call saying that my wallet hadn’t been turned in at the stadium. Super lame. I cried into my iced Americano as I walked up Jasper Avenue.
I spent the better part of my day finding out how to get replacements for all of the things. And I got to fill out yet another police report – I’m getting good at doing that. Replacing things is easy, just time consuming. Made more frustrating because I’m not one of those super prepared people that has everything photocopied in triplicate for times such as these. You would be amazed at how many times people ask you for the numbers on your lost/stolen cards as you’re trying to replace them.
The good news is that I’ve already replaced my bank card, my credit card and my license. Tomorrow I’ll be headed to Service Canada for another social insurance card, and I’ll be calling the fine folks at Alberta Health.
Man, being an adult is crap sometimes.
But hey, I got to take this picture of a dude’s butt while I was waiting at the registry.