I am about to leave for work.
But first I need to call Captial One to report my employee credit card missing. Last night when I had tried calling they weren't open.
I'm about to dial (probably not a correct usage of the word anymore) when my cell phone rings.
A number I don't recognize pops up. Maybe a customer?
"Lyn? Hi, my name is Gene (some unfamiliar last name). I found your wallet."
OMG. I can't believe it.
I ask him where. "Just now, on the street, corner of 79th and First."
Last night I had gone back to the area where my Via had dropped me off and looked all over the area. I found nothing.
My wallet sat out all night, on the street, unnoticed. From about 8pm until 11 this morning.
And then, someone, who is going to church across from where I live finds it and calls me.
I meet Gene at the top of the church stairs. He is holding my wallet. I give him a big hug, I am so overwhelmed.
Whoever doesn't love New Yorkers just doesn't know them!
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