San Diego Comic Con is upon us and here I am again heading down south to attend the convention.
Monday, July 15
The night before we travel. I managed to lose my wallet six hours before we were supposed to be on our flight out of San Diego. Mass panic hit me and I search all my things and my car with no luck. So I drove back to Whyte Ave to see if the wallet was found at the Shoppers Drug Mart, the last place I purchased something. No one had turned in a teal and purple wallet. I scour the parking lot to no avail. Frustrated, I returned to my car.
Tuesday, July 16
With less than five hours before our departure, I was in total panic mode now. The only thing I truly needed from the wallet was my debit card. Without it I would have no access to cash, specifically, U.S.cash. I was pretty sure I left the store with wallet in hand. I ransacked my poor car, The Rice Rocket.
Just as I was worried I might need to think a contingency plan (A.K.A. ask mom for money) I saw a little streak of teal leather in the corner of my eye. WALLET FOUND! It had fallen into the passenger door storage shelf thing! AAAAAHHHHH!!! So easy to find when I wasn’t trying. Thank goodness!
Now to get some sleep… but do I actually sleep? (to be continued…)