Photo courtesy of TheArmadillo (yeah, I don't get it either) and Körnerbrötchen
I have now discovered that a Southwest Airlines flight is an excellent place to have your wallet grow legs and escape from you. After my frenzied panic and multiple phone calls on Friday, I received a call on Saturday from a Southwest employee in Greenville, South Carolina informing me that they had found my wallet and that it could be Fedexed to me as of Monday.
Why Greenville, you may ask? Well, that was the next stop for our plane, and so Wallet McGhee decided she'd just hitch a ride further south.
In all truth, I suspect the wallet either fell out of the diaper bag while it was stowed under the seat in front of me, or it might have been lost while J and I were taking pictures of the baby flying the plane. (He did a great job of keeping it at the gate). In either case, since we'd contacted the airline, they knew exactly how to reach me when the wallet turned up.
I won't know until it arrives (I've tracked it to Maryland, but not yet to my location) whether or not all my cash is still intact. But I'm just ecstatic that I don't have to replace my ID, my credit cards and the card that will entitle me to a free muffin three or four purchases from now.
To make sure there's no next time, though, I will go through all the trouble of photocopying my ID and keeping it somewhere safe. Unless I forget.
