My wallet just got stolen out of my jacket pocket.
I didn't feel like carrying a big heavy bag, so just stuck my wallet and phone in my cute little denim blazer pocket and minced out the door for lunch. I nonchalantly draped the jacket over the back of my chair when I met my friend D for lunch at High Noon. I wanted to treat him to coffee, so reached in my pocket as we walked out the door. And found nothing.
I just cancelled my cards - there was an immediate charge at a grocery store, of all places. Why somewhere so prosaic to start? Wouldn't you head for Armani if you were going to go on a stolen card spree?
And I'm thinking, ugh, I had almost $200 in there because I'd just gone to the bank. And now I have to deal with the violently infuriating DC DMV. And does my car insurance have my social on it? I don't know. And all the receipts that I need to turn in to get reimbursed for my Chicago trip are in that wallet. Fuck fuck fuck.
I know it could be worse - could be my entire purse, with keys and all, and then I'd be getting my locks changed and having the fret from that CSI where they come to your house and murder you because they know where you live. But still. It's such a violation and an inconvenience.
I know it's bad karma to wish evil on others, but I do hope that whoever wound up with my wallet also winds up with that horrible flesh eating bacteria. Sometime soon. And that it starts on his or her face.
Probably not commensurate with the crime, but still.