If you happened to be driving down Yonge St. yesterday around 2 pm you might have seen a crazy person running down the street wearing a grey T-shirt and jeans, pushing a black stroller. Yes, that crazy person was me.
Let me back track a bit. Benjamin and I were out for a lovely afternoon stroll. The sun was out, the temperature was mild. We picked out some presents for friends at a bookstore. I even tried on a few sweaters at a little boutique, and decided that I didn’t need them as my closet is full! On our way home, we stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things. A few things turned into many things. We waited in line to pay, and the cashier rang up our order. When she was almost done, I felt a wave of panic. My purse was gone! It wasn’t on me and it wasn’t in the basket of the stroller. My mind raced and I realized I left it hanging on the hook in the changeroom in the lovely little boutique where I tried on sweaters.
The cashier was so sweet and told me she’d hold my order for me until I came back with my wallet. The boutique was a few blocks away, and Benjamin was just starting to get antsy and cranky as he needed a feeding and also needed a nap. So what did I do? I literally ran to the boutique, retrieved my purse, and ran back to the grocery store to retrieve my groceries! Then I literally ran home. I was quite thankful that I had decided to wear running shoes that day.
As I was running, I got to thinking – I have lost my wallet, credit card, and keys many times. Each time I have gotten them back. Let me recount:
- I once dropped my keys at Costco and didn’t realize until I was back home. Amazingly, someone found them and brought them to the customer service desk. I got them back!
- I dropped my credit card on the street a couple years ago. Someone found it, called VISA, VISA then called me and I arranged with the person to get it back.
- I left my credit card at a grocery store. I realized later that night once the store had closed. I went in the next morning and they had it waiting for me.
- I dropped the clicker for the gate to my house once at a coffee shop. My husband went back the next day to look for it, and they had it waiting behind the counter.
Sheryl Jesin 