I Forgot My Wallet
I left my wallet at Dairy Queen one time. If I could leave my wallet anywhere I think DQ would be the place to leave it. So I didn’t freak out too much when I noticed I didn’t have it anymore. I gave myself the ol’ double back pocket pat to double front pocket pat to single right-side back pocket pat.
“Ope,” I said, “I forgot my wallet at DQ.”
“That’s ok,” said my friends, “we can just walk back.”
They were right. We could just walk back because we hadn’t yet driven away.
That’s the whole story. You might be upset because that’s the whole story but you’re the one who clicked on a post titled “I Forgot My Wallet.” What did you expect?