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.