Archive for the 'Wallet Wednesday' Category

06
Feb
08

What’s in My Wallet Wednesday

It’s that time of the week where I clean out my wallet and tell you what I find in there that’s strange, interesting, or just, you know, *in there*.

 The winner this week must be the four different w2rk schedules I just dug out of there. The BEST part is, while they are all for the next two weeks, none of them match! One says I’m working 18 hours, one says I’m working 12…

 This is going to be interesting, I tell you what.

16
Jan
08

What’s in My Wallet Wednesday

Wednesday is the day I clean out my wallet and tell you what I found in it.

Buried deep beneath coupons and receipts that all got shredded (the coupons were for luxury items I won’t be able to purchase before the coupon expires), I found a fortune cookie fortune. It reads:

If you follow someone else, you are ignoring your own path.

My wallet has one of those view windows where you can put your ID, I used a little clear tape to stick the fortune in the window, coincidentally right over my address. There’s a happy face sticker over my DL number, already, ’cause that’s not really information I want people to see when I’m wrestling with my bus pass.

09
Jan
08

What’s in My Wallet Wednesday

Wednesday is the day I clean out my wallet. And tell you about some of the strange things I find in there. 

$1.31 and four bobby pins. Four pins being the number I need to put my hair up in a french twist. I like twists better than pony tails because they get all the hair off of my neck, and after close to two decades of chin-length or shorter hair, having anything on my neck drives me MAD.

Now, I’d like to talk to you for a moment about YOUR wallet. As a cashier, I see a LOT of them. And I also see a lot of people who spend a lot of time digging through loose papers, cards, and other ephemera to get to what they’re looking for.

And I see a lot of people drop all those loose papers/cards/ephemera all over the floor. And a very nice complete stranger from the line will usually stoop down and help pick everything up.

Now, I like to think the best of people, but my identity was stolen last July. So whenever I see this very nice complete stranger help pick up things like credit card receipts, credit cards , government-issued Photo identification, I FREAK RIGHT THE HECK OUT. How easy is it for this complete stranger to slip some of the wee pieces of paper and plastic into their sleeve? Really, really, ridiculously goodlooking easy.

Please, please, PLEASE clean and organize your wallet regularly. Please? For me?