My saga began in December ‘04 when my purse was stolen from inside my car while it was parked in my driveway. We live in the sleepy suburbs and I never locked my car (ok, ok, lesson learned.) After realizing I hadn’t simply left it on top of the car and sped away, spewing the contents across the neighborhood, we reported the theft to the police. Joke was on the thief, of course, because I had about $0.57 in my purse… hardly worth his/her effort.
So a few days later, a little girl shows up at my doorstep with my driver’s license and a few credit cards & insurance cards, and she says she found them on the street. Nice. So I thanked her and sent her on her merry way.
That night I get a call from my YMCA that they too are in possession of some of the contents of my wallet, that someone had found them on the street and turned them in (I work at the Y on Saturdays, thus my staff ID was also in my purse).
So bit by bit I’m getting my stuff back, but still a few credit cards were missing and my SS card, and a few other cards as well – we cancel all the credit cards of course and notify our bank to keep an eye out for any funny business.
Fast forward to yesterday. Another good samaritan calls to say that the my purse and its remaining contents was discovered by her son in a nearby creek. Thankfully the SS card was neatly preserved between 2 credit cards and came out unscathed. (Don’t know if you’ve ever had to get one replaced, but it’s a major pain in the rump). The purse was a bit dirty, as it had been sitting in a creek during winter for 3 1/2 months, but otherwise completely functional.
And I’m quite thankful to all who helped me retrieve my purse and its contents… but I find it interesting that the one thing that still remains missing was my favorite tube of lipstick. Mary Kay Cinnamon Twist. Now we know the true motive for the robbery. If you see someone looking guilty, but with fabulous lips, will you let me know?