Ya...so I should be doing my work...I have a debate in class tomorrow that is worth 30% of my mark. It is on the boreal forest situation here in Quebec, and I am supposed to be for cutting it all down...fun fun!
Anyway, instead of doing that, I came here instead to use the internet for a bit because I needed to look up something unrelated on it anyway. Now that I am here, here is a story.
So...my wallet got stolen. Last Thursday, at the Laundromat. I suppose that it was inevitable, given the fact that I constantly lose things. I was sitting on the bench with a couple of friends and some random icecream eating kids (the bench is outside the laundromat and beside an icecream store) when a creepy looking guy sat down and started smoking. I guess the one thing that I hate about Quebec is the smoking - there are a lot of people who do it, and they don't even have the bylaw yet...I think it will be next year. Anyway, I got up because the smoking stank, and about 30 seconds later I realized that my wallet was not in my pocket anymore. Upon my return to the bench, it was deserted and void of any wallet like looking substances. So I spent the next while looking around everywhere, and even looked in the drier with my clothes (don't laugh...I am really absent minded and actually the time before when I did laundry I put a whole bunch of pens with it by mistake, I got lucky and nothing got on the clothes). Then the next hour was spent walking around the neighbourhood with my friend writing letters (in French) to the bank and the post office in case anyone tried to use one of my cards, and then frantically getting in touch with my parents to get them to cancel all my cards. We also saw what who we think was the smoking guy nearby, he claimed not to have been there at all though, but we took pictures of him from across the street anyway.
Funnily enough, I was not as perturbed as I thought I would be in that situation, though it was definitely a blow, as everything was in there, including my birth certificate. But I still had cheques with me so I could write them to people and get them to give me the cash. I was bitterly laughing at the irony of (a) having one's wallet stolen in a small sunny town like Trois-Pistoles, but successfully evading crime in Europe and Peru, and (b) having my wallet stolen the one time I was actually organized enough to have everything in it that should be.
Anyway, I went to the school office in a bit of a bind the next morning, because we were leaving for Quebec that day. I spent most of that morning out of class giving a declaration to the police (in French of course, and I did quite well with only minimal comprehension issues), and then left for Quebec after borrowing some cash from a friend, and having the school cash a cheque for me for a little money.
Upon my return home on Sunday night, the first thing my host parents did was to hand me my wallet. Now you are thinking that I am really stupid and did not bring it to the Laundromat in the first place; not so! A friend found it (I met him on the street the night it got lost and bitched about it) on Friday hidden underneath the stairs by the Laundromat (where I know I looked). Everything was there except the cash ($80). That the money is gone does not really bug me...phew! Also, the fact that I cannot independently take out money on my own because all my cards are cancelled is quite a small price to pay. I think I was pretty lucky! :) I guess the lesson from this one is to not keep all your ID in your wallet, photocopy everything, and think twice about taking your wallet to a Laundromat when you probably will not need it anyway.
Voila...my wallet story. Drop me a line...I miss you guys :) I get back on the evening of August 8th.
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