Lost and Found

On last Thursday, I lost my wallet. I placed it in my jacket pocket on my way to gym and headed through the snowy night to my buddies car. When we got to the gym, my phone had escaped. Losing it in such short period of time I was confident that I would be able to recover it. It had fell in my house, in our parking lot, in my buddy's car, or (the worst spot) outside the gym. While we were in the gym the city had been pounded by snow. After a thorough search of the car, I started to sift through the deep snow near the passenger side door only to come up empty. When I got home I searched desperately around the house. After finding nothing, I knew it had to be outside buried in the snow somewhere. So I called all my credit card companies, canceled my cards, and ordered new ones, knowing the entire time that once the snow melted my wallet would be laying outside our back door laying. So a week later, I came home from work to find two of my replacement credit cards sitting in my mail pile. No more than a hour later, I heard a knocking at the back door. My neighbor had found my wallet laying on the sidewalk after a little warm-up had melted some of the snow. It is only appropriate that within an hour of nearly completing replacing my loss, my wallet turns up knocking at my back door.