It's Not Irreplaceable, But the Memories Are!
Right alongside my frustration at having lost my wallet, which I only realised late this afternoon, I have been listening to the very sexy Beyonce Knowles' hit Irreplaceable. I even downloaded the MIDI version today onto my NOKIA 6610 from SAFARI.com's mobile site.
Either way, the wallet is lost, and it is this side of frustrating. But no longer. It took me almost aeons before realising that my bank card was in my wallet! I had to rush to the bank, with a typed-up letter requesting I wanted a cancellation.
Being the very efficient ECOBANK that they are, they called me some thirty minutes ago to confirm they had blocked my card. However, because I did not request a new one, I have to go back tomorrow and fill in a form anew.
Pisses me off no-end.
Small price to pay for my carelessness I suppose.
Either way, I am confident I know what happened to my wallet. No-one stole it actively. However, given that my wallet must have been lying where I walked by since last night up until this morning, where many people have walked past, I can consider it stolen. To boot, the theft is after the fact. Unless by some miracle, it will still be lying there.
What further compounds my mini-grief are the memories associated with that wallet. This is the first time I am losing a wallet, and one with these things:
The rest are replaceable, but the memories that are conjured from looking at the picture of my brother and myself are irreplaceable...:-(
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