Bobaloo and I went gold-panning at the end of July.
After panning, while getting dried off and back into the car my purse must have been left behind in the parking lot. A minute into the drive I noticed and Bobaloo turned around but it was too late, the purse was gone. By the time we had made the 40-minute trek home someone had stopped at a gas station to fill up and bought $36 worth of McDonald’s on my debit card. $36 at McDonald’s?I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening kicking myself for being so careless, cancelling cards, looking for my birth certificate so I could get new IDs, and being generally pissed off while Bobaloo changed the locks on the doors. A watch that my grandma gave me was also in the purse and although she probably bought it for $10 at Walgreens, I was still pretty bummed about it.
The next day I was having a beer on the patio after work and Bobaloo was over at a friend’s house. He and I both started to get strange phone calls and messages from a couple of our bar buddies. My purse had been found by a fly fisherman! The fisherman’s sister was drying my stuff out and she found the business card that my bar buddy Andy had given me a couple of years ago. Andy was hanging out with another friend who had Bobaloo’s number and that’s how I was tracked down. Hooray!
PSA: Get to know people at your local watering hole.
So, Bobaloo and I drove and picked up the purse. At least the person who had dumped it into the creek was courteous enough to zip it up before throwing it in because while the cards and checkbook were gone, everything else was in there, including my grandma’s watch.
So there we have it. An emotional rollercoaster was had.