Saturday I was resigned to the fact that I had lost my drivers license, my bank card, my passport, and more importantly my Shoe-aholic Spending card. That’s a free pair of shoes right there bitches!
I got home from work to find a taxi drivers card and a note telling me if I ever wanted to see my wallet intact again, bring $500 G’s in unmarked bills to the top of the Calgary Tower at midnight. Actually, it may have only said to call him, but it could read either way really.
They ended up calling me the next day with directions to their headquarters to pick the wallet up. Thank the sweet baby Jebus. That wallet is my life.
Yesterday I finally had a chance to head up to the place to grab my wallet with the intention of going to see my financial adviser and get that banking done afterward. Of course when I get there they can’t find my wallet anywhere and they insist that the driver must still have it.
Finally after fifteen painful minutes (my cab’s meter was still running outside!) they managed to track it down and finally I could say I win at life.
Until I got to the bank and realized I was 10 minutes too late for their 4 o’clock closing, only to walk to the next branch to get there 5 minutes after they closed at 4:30.
Here’s another example of the kind of week I’m having:
This video is pretty self-explanatory
Party Dress FAIL