Saturday, May 16, 2009
We are Dorks. But Loveable Dorks, Right?
When Jason and I were dating, it was a relatively common occurrence for him to lock his keys in his truck. I remember being dismayed and worried the first time, hovering over him. But by the 5th or 6th, I'd be like, "Ok, well I'm gonna go get a Slurpee while you work this out." He had the art of breaking into his old Ford Ranger down to a science. Wait--an art down to a science? That doesn't really make sense. But he was really good at it.
Sorry--I got distracted. Nate just dipped his matchbox car in my hummus. Delish! I wonder if that's the first time that sentence has ever been written?
Anyway, over the course of our relationship, losing things or locking ourselves out of cars or houses hasn't been exactly rare. We've gotten a lot better at not getting caught in these situations over the years, but every now and then one of us has a real heartstopper.
Like the time about 18 months ago when I left my wallet on a shelf in the toy section of Super Walmart. A Super Walmart chock-a-block FULL of bargain-hungry shoppers. (Some may say this serves me right for doing business at the Evil Empire. They may be right.) I got all the way back to my mom's house before I realized what I'd done. Oh my Lordy Lord, did I freak out. Losing your wallet, license and credit cards right before you are due to return to Australia is not a happy thing, y'all. Mom drove me at breakneck speed back to Wally World and, lo and behold, it was right where I left it. Unbelievable.
Fridays are Jason's day off, and Nate and I met him yesterday at our local shops to have lunch. After lunch, I had to run and get a birthday gift, so he took Nate into the grocery store for a lightning speed shopping trip. Just the essentials. When we met up again, I noticed he'd hung his man bag (yes, man bag) over the handle of the shopping cart. I remember vaguely thinking, He should probably move that, but I got distracted by something and didn't mention it.
Twenty minutes after we get home, Jase gets a call from the Shopping Centre Management. Someone has found his bag and dropped it off at their office. And no, of course we hadn't realized it was missing yet! Don't you know us better than that by now? Of course, it was a relief to know the bag was returned, but here was the clincher. Jason had just pulled a substantial amount of money out of the ATM. Along with some US currency that he'd put in his bag to exchange, there was close to $1000AUD in his bag. Yes, I'm being serious. So we had some big-time stomach pittage going on.
Then we did like we always do when such desperate situations arise. We prayed. Lord, we know you love us whether or not that money is still there, but it would be really lovely if it was! Please? Something along those lines. Jason drove up to the centre and found that every bit of our money was still in the bag. I'm pretty sure that an angelic choir burst into song over Jason's head at that moment.
There are miracles that are seen by everyone, and then there are miracles that are miraculous to you. Moments where you know there was some intervention goin' on. I'll take some of either kind.
I won't even tell you about the time that I lost my wallet in a parking lot of a strip mall, went back the next day praying like a mad woman, and found it turned in at one of the stores. Cause then you'd think I was totally irresponsible. And we wouldn't want that.
This post was partially inspired by Becky finding her husband's wallet after 3 days in a pile of clean laundry. You have any "once was lost but now am found" stories? Do tell!