In this day and age losing your wallet in a busy public place is almost a guarantee that you will never see it again. At least, that’s what I thought when I lost mine at Buffalo Wild Wings one day.
I was with my uncle, his neighbor, Keith, and Keith’s son, Brandon. We ate our lunch of hot wings and fries then talked about football for awhile as me and my uncle are Bengals fans and Keith and Brandon liked the Steelers. After awhile Brandon and I went to play some arcade games but I realized that I had no quarters to play the games with so I took out my wallet, took out a dollar and put it into the change machine. With wallet still in hand, I sat down at a racing game, put in the quarters and proceeded to play my racing game. Shortly after that we left and it wasn’t until I got home that I noticed that my wallet was nowhere to be found.
At first, I didn’t even think of the possibility that I might have left my wallet at Buffalo Wild Wings so I called my uncle and had him look in his car and all around his house but he couldn’t find it anywhere. The next day I went to his house to look for it myself. I looked in his car under the seats, under the couches and behind everything but all to no avail. After an exhaustive search of all three stories of the house it was still nowhere to be seen. Then the thought occurred to me to call Buffalo wild wings and see, on the off chance if someone found it and turned it in. I asked the guy that I talked to to go look around the game that I played and around our table but I’m sure that he just stood there with the phone in his hand for a minute until he told me he couldn’t find it.
Now that I had exhausted all possible options for where my wallet could be, a cold and morbid conclusion was made in my head: my wallet was found by some random moron at Buffalo Wild Wings who probably immediately took the money and threw away all my cards, or just took the cash and chucked the entire wallet into the nearest trash can. Inside the wallet was around 30 dollars and at the time I was only around fourteen so the only other things I had in it were my library card, and some fake money from the Korean war that belonged to my grandpa. The wallet itself was given to me when I was really young by my grandma and it’s the only one I’ve ever had so it actually meant a lot to me just by itself. But now I was convinced that I would never see it again for the rest of my life.
The day after that I went to school like normal and when I got home my dad informed me that some one had found my wallet.
