I noticed something was missing as soon as I starting walking down the steps of the subway. My bank card wasn’t in its usual spot. I continued to the platform, and searched my wallet. Its possible I pushed it somewhere else in haste. When I couldn’t find it in my wallet, I searched my purse. Not there either.
I ran up the stairs of the subway. Maybe I dropped it when I opened my wallet for my metrocard, I thought. No such luck. I went back up to the street, still unsure what I was going to do. If I dropped my card on the street, what are the chances of finding it, on busy wall street, and who knows how long its been missing.
There was a bank near by. I could have reported it missing, and gotten a new one issued there. However, it was rush hour, and likely very busy. I decided to take a chance. I knew it was unlikely I would find it, but I had made up my mind. I would retrace my steps, and call the bank and when I reached my earliest location.
Halfway into retracing my steps, I went into a building I bought snacks from earlier. I checked the lobby of building, the stairs and escalator. No sign of the card. I took the escalator right up to the floor of the store. As I approached the cashier, he asked me, “are you…..”. I was thankful, relieved, and happy that I had some good luck thrown my way. Relieved that I found it, and happy that I didn’t have to walk back to where I started that afternoon.
I was resign to the thought that I would not find it. When you have the kind of luck that I seem to, you tend to have low expectations. It was good to experience some good fortune. It was fleeting.
The following day, on my way to work, I was getting in a cab, and heard a ripping sound. The sound I was hearing was the sound of my pants ripping. Pure embarrassment Good luck, it was nice while it lasted