Miss Responsibility... or, more accurately, Lucky as Hell

Responsibility is not one of my fortes.

Last night, despite gaining a frog, lei and CD, I lost something most would consider far more valuable... my wallet.
That's what happens when you don't own a purse and drink too much with your credit cards and money tucked lightly into your back pocket.

It wasn't in my jeans, it wasn't in my jacket, it wasn't with my cell phone.

I remember giving my wallet to Alex - thinking ahead of how it was quite possible it would fall out of my jeans. Checked Alex's coat pocket and his pants pockets... nada.

I did have a very difficult time squirming into Alex's trashed backseat (trashed myself) and thought maybe - hopefully - it fell out there. Wrong.

I called the bar - "Um, my wallet was in my brother's coast when he went out last night and it never made it home. Have you found a lime green card case with an under-21 driver's license lately?" No.

Where else could it be? Think hard. As far I was concerned - there was only one option. The construction site with the porter potty. Now THAT sucks.

Alex so kindly volunteered to drive my sorry-irresponsible-ass back there this afternoon while returning Jon to his car. Before we could even get out our pajamas though, the doorbell rang.

A soft-spoken older man with kind eyes - the typically townie - stood on our front steps with a smile. "Are you Catherine Michel?" There was only one reason he'd know that. And in his outstretched hand was my lime green wallet.

Sometimes something happens in this world that reminds you that people are - at heart - truly good.

I was so grateful. Of course, at the same time I felt amazing awkward... I knew he knew I was at the construction site last night and it was not a story I felt like relating to a stranger. (Yet I did post it on my blog?) God, some people are so wonderful.


So it all ended well then. I got my wallet, Alex didn't get a ticket, I had an incredible Friday and tonight I'm visiting my grandparents. Rock on, man.