This morning on the way to the MARCS labs, I stopped at the BP to fill up. I try to fill up on Tuesdays because petrol prices usually go up on Wednesdays. So I parked next to the pump and filled up. The total was just under $55. I reached into my jacket pocket but couldn't feel any wallet. I tried my other jacket pocket, jeans, front, back. Nothing. I opened the car door and bent down. The floor was clean. There was nothing under the seat either. I started to panic. I went through my pockets again. Still nothing. What's the time? 9:03. Shit. I started sweating. Hellas must already be at work. What am I going to do? I tried to think clearly. It would take me over an hour to walk home and over an hour to come back.
I started the car and rolled away from the petrol pump. I stopped just outside of the service station store doors. I took a step towards them. What should I do? Tell the service station attendant that I don't have my wallet? The service station was packed. I'd look like the biggest dickhead in front of all of the people. I took a step back towards my car. I grabbed my mobile. Who can I call? 9:05. No one. Everyone is at work. They say that you should have a mobile in case of emergencies. Well here's an emergency. What good is the mobile? Maybe I could sell it? No. I thought about calling Con. Maybe he's not working today? Yeah, Con will save me! Phonebook>C>scroll>there he is! SEND. Switched off or unavailable. Shit. Try again. Before the phone had a chance to ring (or not ring), I looked back at the pumps, and on the floor I saw a black rectangle. I snapped the phone shut and paced over to the pumps. It was my wallet!
I picked it up. It had tyre marks across it. I put it in my pocket. I brushed my hair back. I composed myself, went inside and paid for my petrol... with style.
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