Where’s My Wallet?

Think, think, think… where did you leave your wallet?

I couldn’t find my wallet and the clock was ticking. I was running late for an interview and starting to get impatient, frantic and even a little bitchy. After five minutes, I thought why on earth haven’t they yet come out with a <Control Find> function for houses to search for missing books, keys, toys… and my wallet.

Damn it! Where is it?

More minutes went by, the clock ticked and my wallet remained lost. I’d scoured most of the house from cupboards to jackets and trouser pockets. My five-year-old son watched as I raced from one end of the house to the other and then said, “Dad, I’ve got an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“You can play hide and seek!”

It was worth a shot, anything was. So we went round the house looking and calling out, “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

I can’t say my wallet was very responsive. It’s not very responsive at the cash register, for one thing. But my son did think he saw something move in my pile of sweaters in my closet, and sure enough my wallet came out from its hiding spot sandwiched between the two top sweaters.

“See!” my son said.

“I do see!”

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