One thing I always felt proud of was never having misplaced anything of importance, like wallets or phones. He has misplaced two phones and wallets. That clean record was shattered today, when we returned home from lunch with no keys to open the door.
The keys, with my wallet and card pouch, were nestled in a sling bag for convenience when baby wearing. The moment I realised, I felt the colour drain from my face. It could have been ANYWHERE. I remember taking it off in the bus, or it could be on the table at McDonalds, or the food court.
I brisk walked back to the mall, with questions flooding my mind, including “Oh no my IC is inside but if I need to renew it this year, do I still need to pay for the replacement? What about the CDA bank cards and debit card? Will someone post that they’ve found my bag on Facebook?”
There was only about $50 inside but if you’ve lost your wallet before, you’d know that the inconvenience of cancelling and reapplying for cards is worth more than the cash inside the wallet. The wallet was a gift from a dear friend and I wasn’t quite ready to part ways with it yet.
The first location I reached was McDonald’s. Negative. Neither the couple who took over our table nor the counter staff had seen it.
Ran up flights of escalators to the food court, back to the table we had our meal at. Nope. Nada.
I approached a cleaning auntie, who even before hearing my question, went “Nope nope nope I don’t know” in Hokkien.
I circled the table, trying to look for it when an elderly cleaning uncle asked if I was looking for something. He said he picked up a bag and passed it to the office and pointed me to the right direction.
At the office, the manager asked me to describe what I lost, its contents as well as the name on my IC. After verification, she handed the sling bag back to me, intact! 😍
The cleaning uncle told me that he saw the bag lying on the chair and immediately took it to the office. He kept repeating that he didn’t touch the contents inside. I was pretty sure nothing was taken though.
I bought him a cup of watermelon juice as a token because I felt it would be an insult to pass him cash. He even rejected the juice but I insisted he take it.
What a scare. It’s fated. I wasn’t sure where I lost it exactly, and if I had left it on the bus, the chances of retrieving it intact would be much lower.
I wouldn’t have thought of approaching the food court’s management office either. Most people go directly to the mall’s office to report lost and found items.
The entire incident was resolved in less than an hour. What a turn of events. I’m so incredibly lucky.