Monday, January 18, 2010
Dude, Where's My Wallet?
Our appetizers arrive at the table in the midst of my realization, and my girlfriends quickly move to act. One calls the cab company to try and track the driver. One searches diligently from the door to under the table to make sure it didn't fall on the floor. The other girlfriend grabs my Border's receipt to call the bookstore. I say aloud "Nana Danso." What? (They ask in unison). Nana Danso, the driver's name. I don't know why his I.D. card stood out to me as I sat in the back of his cab for the duration of the ride, but for some reason I had fixated on it. 1) I know a "Nana" and 2) "Danso" reminded me of Danskin...you know the athletic gear. Idk, but it did. For the moment I thought this was a divine sign. And although 3 hours later I am still without my wallet, I'm hoping I remembered his name for a reason and that Nana Danso comes through.
As I realized my friends hadn't touched the appetizers poised to co-conquer my dilemma, I gesture towards the food "Eat! We can't let this situation ruin our dinner. I insist" As I finished cancelling my cards and freezing my account spending I joked "Since this meal is on you guys, I will be sure to enjoy it thoroughly." We all did.
My girlfriends commented on how calm I remained, and joked about how frantic they would have been if in my shoes. Hearing that I was pleased. Almost proud, but I'm not sure I can take credit for my calm. I mean, it's not like I haven't lost my wallet before. But as I think about it...even then my temperament was the same. In the midst of a crisis I usually do stay pretty calm. But why, oh why, when it comes to matters of the heart does every mole hill appear to be a mountain?
So even though I'm still praying that Nana Danso re-emerges into my life with my wallet, I may chalk up the $60 and Best Buy gift card it contained to a lesson learned. Perhaps my lesson is to tap into my inner Spock (one time for you Trekkies) and apply my stoicism in the midst of relationship situations when I'd normally over react. Perhaps playing it cool in the midst of a crisis needs direly to be sprinkled across other areas of my life as well. Ahhhhhhaaaa! (said in my best Eddie Murphy Coming to America Jewish Man in the Barbershop Voice). I think I'm on to something. But as we wait patiently for a subject to test this new theory, please send up a prayer for my wallet to make it back home safely.