Sometimes they come back
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My wallet went walkabout somewhere between Oxford and King's Cross last Saturday, and I spent a frustrating three-quarters of an hour trying to sort out the fallout:
* phoning to cancel my credit/debit cards (easy)
* completely failing to convince the DVLA that there was any problem whatsoever with losing my driving licence ("well, you can apply for a new one on the phone, if you want, you just need your credit card" -- gnnnghh)
* explaining to London Transport Police that I couldn't absolutely swear that it couldn't have fallen out of my bag, though I didn't think it was likely, but I didn't see anything suspicious, and I didn't expect to get it back (at which they indignantly told me that their crime solving rate was the highest in the country) but I thought I ought to report it anyway, etc.
* being told by a patronising woman in Exam Schools that of course there was nobody in the University Card Office on a Saturday, and I'd just have to wait till Tuesday like everybody else
... and in between all that, texting the people I was meeting in Cambridge to explain that I was going to be even more faffy and late than usual but I had a proper excuse this time. And so on.
The main thing I was heartbroken about, though, was the loss of my IMSoc life membership card, which I'd had since, like, the nineties. A scrappy bit of laminated red cardboard with all the plastic broken at the edges, as irreplaceable as the hours lost to essay crises. (I mean, I don't even know why I carry it around everywhere with me, really. Maybe on the offchance that I'll want to go to the record fair on the first Saturday of the month, but won't have the £1.50 entry fee. Hmmmm.) I didn't think I'd ever see it again, because even if they fished my wallet out of the Thames in a year's time and the addresses were still legible, the scrappy bit of cardboard would have long since become fishfood.
But! But! Two days ago I got a phone call at work from a strange man in Reading who had found my wallet, with all the cards still in it (but not the cash, obv). It was a weird and awkward phone call, on a really bad line, & he was being very very cagey about posting the wallet back, apparently because of the cost, and he really wanted me to come to Reading to meet him, which I didn't want to do for obvious reasons, and I insisted that I would send him the money to cover the postage and he didn't have to send it back until he got the money, and so on and so forth, and eventually he sort of agreed and gave me his address. My office-mate said it all sounded Very Dodgy and I was a fool to send any money and I'd never see the money or the wallet again, and I'd probably get my identity stolen, but I decided it was worth it to try to get my IMSoc card back (and, like, my driving licence...), and sent him a tenner in a 'thank you' card, recorded delivery.
And today my wallet came back! In a parcel! And it still had my IMSoc card in it! And all the other cards, from driving licence (still useful) to credit card (now useless) to Staples reward card (still useless). And he'd sent it next-day-delivery, which I wasn't expecting, and that still only cost £5.05, so hopefully he doesn't feel too pissed off about the postage, & bought himself a pint with the change.
See, happy ending. And look, my IMSoc card. :-)
* phoning to cancel my credit/debit cards (easy)
* completely failing to convince the DVLA that there was any problem whatsoever with losing my driving licence ("well, you can apply for a new one on the phone, if you want, you just need your credit card" -- gnnnghh)
* explaining to London Transport Police that I couldn't absolutely swear that it couldn't have fallen out of my bag, though I didn't think it was likely, but I didn't see anything suspicious, and I didn't expect to get it back (at which they indignantly told me that their crime solving rate was the highest in the country) but I thought I ought to report it anyway, etc.
* being told by a patronising woman in Exam Schools that of course there was nobody in the University Card Office on a Saturday, and I'd just have to wait till Tuesday like everybody else
... and in between all that, texting the people I was meeting in Cambridge to explain that I was going to be even more faffy and late than usual but I had a proper excuse this time. And so on.
The main thing I was heartbroken about, though, was the loss of my IMSoc life membership card, which I'd had since, like, the nineties. A scrappy bit of laminated red cardboard with all the plastic broken at the edges, as irreplaceable as the hours lost to essay crises. (I mean, I don't even know why I carry it around everywhere with me, really. Maybe on the offchance that I'll want to go to the record fair on the first Saturday of the month, but won't have the £1.50 entry fee. Hmmmm.) I didn't think I'd ever see it again, because even if they fished my wallet out of the Thames in a year's time and the addresses were still legible, the scrappy bit of cardboard would have long since become fishfood.
But! But! Two days ago I got a phone call at work from a strange man in Reading who had found my wallet, with all the cards still in it (but not the cash, obv). It was a weird and awkward phone call, on a really bad line, & he was being very very cagey about posting the wallet back, apparently because of the cost, and he really wanted me to come to Reading to meet him, which I didn't want to do for obvious reasons, and I insisted that I would send him the money to cover the postage and he didn't have to send it back until he got the money, and so on and so forth, and eventually he sort of agreed and gave me his address. My office-mate said it all sounded Very Dodgy and I was a fool to send any money and I'd never see the money or the wallet again, and I'd probably get my identity stolen, but I decided it was worth it to try to get my IMSoc card back (and, like, my driving licence...), and sent him a tenner in a 'thank you' card, recorded delivery.
And today my wallet came back! In a parcel! And it still had my IMSoc card in it! And all the other cards, from driving licence (still useful) to credit card (now useless) to Staples reward card (still useless). And he'd sent it next-day-delivery, which I wasn't expecting, and that still only cost £5.05, so hopefully he doesn't feel too pissed off about the postage, & bought himself a pint with the change.
See, happy ending. And look, my IMSoc card. :-)
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Date: 2008-05-31 12:31 am (UTC)He probably liked your photo and wanted a date? :-)
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Date: 2008-05-31 06:46 am (UTC)But, err, crazy paranoia aside, yay for nice people who return wallets!
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Date: 2008-05-31 09:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-31 10:21 am (UTC)I am given to understand that some men like that sort of thing, though. ;-)
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Date: 2008-05-31 11:14 am (UTC)*googles* :-/ Oh dear; LOL.
Well, apparently people _do_. But even if I _were_ especially fond of "evil sadistic buxom nazi pseudo-scientists", I do not think my advised course of action would be to ring one up and tell her where I live, let alone try to pickpocket her! :)
PS. Much sympathy for last Saturday. I'm glad it turned up one way or another.
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Date: 2008-05-31 02:03 pm (UTC)* Goggles *
* MY EYES! BRING ME SPORKS! *
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Date: 2008-05-31 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-01 02:19 pm (UTC)Sadly, although I have the plan, I haven't aquired decent wallet stealing skills yet.
*ponders* Maybe I should buy badgers and go for 'I found this badger and wondered if you'd left it at my house' ... 'what, you _didn't_?'....'oh, well I can't think of anyone else who would want it, maybe we should meet up' ;-)
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Date: 2008-05-31 11:19 am (UTC)LOL!
Now you're got me being paranoid, an aftermarket might make more sense. Pickpockets who just want cash pass on the rest of the wallet to a fence for a nominal fee, where it can be bought by identity thief, someone who wants a date, etc...
Now I think of it, that seems like a really horribly plausible idea...
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Date: 2008-05-31 11:55 am (UTC)It does have an 'in case of emergency, call...' number in it, so I guess someone could ring my parents up and get a message to me.
I once found a wallet, which was completely the reverse - absolutely everything had been removed from it, except £230 in cash. Surely the most incompetent thief ever. I took it to the police station, but it was never claimed so I got the cash ;)
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Date: 2008-05-31 01:44 pm (UTC)(God, that's a point, the poor chap had to negotiate the University homepage. I should have sent him a bigger tip.)
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Date: 2008-05-31 01:52 pm (UTC)Of course, everybody whom I've ever bought anything from on eBay knows my name and address; and if I paid them by cheque, they know who I bank with, too. They even know roughly what I look like from my eBay userpic!
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Date: 2008-05-31 07:46 pm (UTC)Very glad to hear that things came back smoothly.
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