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I Once Was in the Lost and Found . . .
September 23, 2003, 7:06 p.m. I lost my wallet today. Or it was stolen. I was in the library, and they have all those signs up saying THIEVES PREY ON STUDENTS, WATCH YOUR VALUABLES and STOP READING SIGNS AND GET BACK TO WORK. So when I had to go to the bathroom, I collected my mobile and my wallet, and left behind my bag and books - half wishing thieves would make off with my Aquinas notes. I remember thinking, as I put my wallet on top of the toilet-paper dispenser in the stall, “Now don’t forget it.” Needless to say, that’s exactly what I did. An hour or so later, as I was packing up to go to the photocopy centre, I realised I didn’t have my wallet. I ran back to the bathroom, but it wasn’t in the stall. I checked around my desk, I hadn’t simply misplaced it. I went up to the library lost and found, but no one had turned in a wallet. So, someone had gone to the bathroom, discovered my wallet, and walked off with it. Nice. I’ve cancelled my ATM card, put holds on my library and photocopy cards, and now have to think about who else needs to be informed. This is so bloody annoying. I don’t care about the money (which was very little – no more than $60), I just want all my stuff back. I want the squished coin I got from the Science Centre in Vancouver back. Bastards.
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