So today,
As I went took the train back to the city my wallet fell out of my pocket somehow. I got out of the station and walked to the Chambers street stop I check for my wallet and realized it was missing.In hopes of finding it I retraced my steps with no luck. I asked around and everyone just seemed hopeless. I guess because it was NYC and the odds of finding things are slim.
As I went took the train back to the city my wallet fell out of my pocket somehow. I got out of the station and walked to the Chambers street stop I check for my wallet and realized it was missing.In hopes of finding it I retraced my steps with no luck. I asked around and everyone just seemed hopeless. I guess because it was NYC and the odds of finding things are slim.
I thought to myself... how am I going to get home with no wallet (no ids,spare change or credit cards).I really didn't want to ask someone for a swipe because I didn't want people to think I was a panhandler especially after the article I read today about panhandling. (Side Note: did you know there are different levels/ types of panhandlers? I didn't!)
Anyways, I thought Ill ask the MTA booth if they could let me in the gate since I lost my wallet. A part of me also thought " yeah right, he's probably going to have an attitude... or he's not going to believe you then you'll definitely have to ask someone for a swipe." To my surprise he told me where the nearest lost and found was and let me through the gate. This REALLLY made my day. I could get home!
I was also proud of myself at how I handled this situation. I was pretty calm. Ten years ago, I probably would've has a panic attack, broken down and cried my eyes out in hopes my wallet would be somewhere in the abyss of my bag.
Fast forward to 9PM, some guy
