The case of the missing wallet

Last night, while at the pub, I “lost” my wallet. Or more accuratly, someone took it from my pocket without asking my permission and didn’t return it. It had maybe $30, the credit card was already overdraw (and blocked), my student ID and gym card aren’t of much use to anyone, a train ticket good for a week, a bunch of old reciepts and movie tickets, an old telephone card that doesn’t even work with any of the new public phones, my old drivers license. And for all of that I get the joy of arranging replacments, buying a new wallet. I’m going to have to pay more to get everything back in order than the theif would have made by taking it. Lucky me.