What did you do when you forgot your wallet...

  • trevchaser

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    Sep 08, 2009 3:16 PM GMT
    ...and went out to do things. But after you ate at a restaurant, picked up stuff from the grocery store, or really needed fuel for the car because you had a gallon left, you realized you forgot your wallet?

    What did yah do?

    My story:
    I work at an office 5 minute from the US border and a full tank of fuel is $20 difference compared to where I live in Canada. So after I got done at the office I went down south to fill up. I had my passport on me so I crossed the border fine. I got to the gas station and my car was running on EMPTY, saying I have 10 miles left. I got out to put my credit card in the fuel pump and realized it wasn't on me. I freaked out quietly like every man should...lol. Being in a foreign country without any money or driver's license. I searched my car for every drop of change I had and I think I came up with about $6. I did the walk of shame and gave my $6 of change to the cashier and filled up. Luckily those 2 gallons gave me about 50 miles to get home and I was 25 miles away from my wallet. Gawd that was scary! icon_lol.gif
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    Sep 08, 2009 6:56 PM GMT
    Two stories, both involving Manhattan, of not lost wallets, but empty ones:

    1965, I had spent several hours there, and went to take the subway "tubes" under the Hudson to New Jersey, where I would take a commuter train the rest of the trip home, the way I had come. But all I had on me was $20s, which they refused to accept at the ticket window (the fare was either $.50 or $1.00 back then, something like that). The clerk pointed to a sign that said recent counterfeiting problems prevented them from accepted anything larger than a $10 bill, a 20 being fairly large back then.

    So I went back up to street level, looking for a bank to break a 20. And every bank refused me, because I didn't have an account with them. The only way I knew how to reach that Jersey train station was those tubes, and I was getting desperate.

    So I went out onto the sidewalk and started alternately asking people to break a 20, or outright begging the money from strangers. And finally collected the money I needed from handouts, bought my tube fare, and in Jersey used my commuter pass for the train. Very humiliating experience.

    In 1968 I was again in Manhattan, this time with my car, which I had parked in a public garage. I misunderstood their hourly rates, and when I returned, just minutes after the clock ticked over to assess me for the next hour, they wanted more money than I had left. I searched the car for coins, giving them everything I had, and was still like $.75 short. I told them they'd have to keep my car, cause that's all I had. They relented, and let me drive out.

    I was heading for the Lincoln Tunnel back to New Jersey, thinking what I close call I'd had, when I suddenly realized: I didn't have a penny for the toll! Nowadays all the tunnels and bridges into NYC have tolls in only one direction, which reduces traffic tie-ups, and on the premise that you can't get into or out of NYC without passing a toll, so they have you pay a double-cost toll just once. Back then you paid going both ways.

    So here I am stranded in my car in Manhattan, unable to return home to New Jersey. I started thinking of ways to get the money, wondered maybe if I went to a police station they could help me or something. The solution was a lot less dramatic, when after about 15 minutes of near panic I suddenly remembered I usually kept some emergency cash in the leather case for my car keys.

    I slipped my fingers into the key case compartment, unable to remember if I'd put anything there, and out came -- a $5 bill, enough to pay the tunnel toll. Teaching me to always keep some emergency money in my wallet or somewhere, which I try to do to this day.
  • jrs1

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    Sep 08, 2009 6:58 PM GMT

    Panicked! back-tracked. found it because I'm so organized, I put it where it needed to go, but it was a new spot.
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    Sep 08, 2009 7:11 PM GMT
    BTW, to add to the absurdity of the scene above where I'm begging for subway fare, was how I was dressed. Suit & tie, full-length winter topcoat, scarf, felt hat, Mark Cross leather dress gloves, and carrying a leather briefcase. This was my standard outfit for prep school, to which I commuted every day. On this occasion, however, I think we had a school holiday or something, or else I was just playing hooky, as I sometimes did, and decided to take a trip into the City for some diversion. God made sure that I was punished for it. LOL!!!
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    Sep 08, 2009 7:31 PM GMT
    I always store some cash in the car. Lol. If I'm not driving (one must sometimes take advantage of those pleasures the average person dislikes) the driver has cash or typically one of my credit cards.

    If all else fails.....dial for help.
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    Sep 08, 2009 7:48 PM GMT
    twomack saidI always store some cash in the car. Lol. If I'm not driving (one must sometimes take advantage of those pleasures the average person dislikes) the driver has cash or typically one of my credit cards.

    If all else fails.....dial for help.

    Ah, well now at least we can, and that solution has gotten me out of many more recent jams. But I didn't get my first cell phone until 1990, and until then, I and most of us were on our own. If you were lucky you found a pay phone, and if not... well... tough shitsky. icon_sad.gif
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    Sep 08, 2009 9:51 PM GMT
    I forgot mine on the way to the grocery store once, so I went to the bank I normally go to, and explained to the teller what I had done, gave her my account info and answered some questions and she just gave me money out of my account.

    which I thought was really nice

    until I thought about it

    then I realized that's not very good security, lol.
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    Sep 08, 2009 10:00 PM GMT
    Not forgotten wallet, but lost, which happens a great deal to me, this in late October, 1975:

    I'd been on campus late at night doing research, now heading home to my parents house, where I was staying again for these courses which the Army let me take during a break from active duty. I was riding my new BMW motorcycle, and while I could see a heavy Fall frost had settled, the paved road was still too warm for ice.

    I approached a 2-lane railroad overpass bridge, which was flat and only about 70 feet long, the train running beneath in a deep cut through the hills. This old bridge had a road surface made of broad wooden planks, unevenly laid and loose, that clattered as you rode over them.

    Just as I reached it my headlight revealed that white frost covered it, the cold air above & below the surface having quickly cooled the wood, unlike the dry pavement over the ground. I could see tire tracks that were all snake-like & twisty, warning me that cars had slid all over the slippery surface.

    It was too late for me to stop, so I braked until I hit the bridge, then coasted throttle-off. I made it to the middle, when my bike simply slid out from under me, the physics of 2 wheels on a no-traction surface impossible to defy.

    But my speed wasn't great, and my bike & I slid to the other end of the bridge where we stopped, engine still running, bike undamaged. I righted the bike and walked it to dry pavement, and continued the last 2 miles home without further incident.

    When I took off my blue jeans in my bedroom, I noticed an odd thing: my right hip patch pocket was missing. There was the left one, but on the right side, nothing but a darker blue outline of a pocket. And when I looked for my wallet it was AWOL.

    I dressed again and got into my car, and returned to the bridge. I parked along the road and walked the bridge, and there my wallet was, lying near the shoulder. I didn't find the pants pocket material, and those blue jeans remained without a right hip pocket until I got rid of them. The slide along the rough wooden surface on my ass had torn my jeans pocket clean off, and with it my wallet.