A Moment of Panic

I was about to title this post "Shear Panic", but I figured that would be a little too dramatic for something that lasted all of 1 minute. Of course, I know as girls we're all about the drama, but I didn't want to get you all riled up about nothing.

This post is going to turn into me telling you all about the title. How boring.

Anyway, onto my moment of panic.

Last night after Jazzercise as I was on my way home, the little brother phoned me to ask if I could pick up some American Cheese from the store. Of course, my immediate reply was, "You mean the yellow cheese, right?". He immediately did one of those you-are-so-dumb laughs, then replied with a "Yes." I mean, let's be real, there are only about 789 different kinds of cheese, and sometimes that is intimidating. I definitely didn't want to bring home the wrong cheese and cause much disappointment. You can only use so many cheeses to make a good Grilled Cheese.

Enough about cheese.

I stopped in at a local Neighborhood Wal-Mart and proceeded to get a basket. I figured since I was there I could pick up a few other things I needed. Like yogurt. Since I had obviously just come from Jazzercise, all I had with me was my wallet, my phone and my keys. I put the phone and keys in my jacket pocket, and then proceeded to put my wallet where you would otherwise put your child of choice. (I don't know where the "child of choice" came from, it just sounded cool.)

Now, picture this with me, I put my wallet in a place where a small child can fit, let alone put their leg through. Warning number one.

I was in Wal-Mart for all of five minutes because frankly, I didn't want to be there, and secondly, there was no way I was missing One Tree Hill. Don't judge me.

So, after picking up the needed items, which of course included the American Cheese, I went to the checkout line where I proceeded to place all of my items on Mr. Conveyor Belt. It was after all my items were almost scanned when I reached back to get my wallet and you guessed it, it was gone. Not there. Missing.

My heart immediately dropped to the floor and I was more dumbfounded than anyone I've ever known. I didn't even know what to say to the lady checking me out. Simply nothing came out of my mouth. Of course, I kept looking back again at the child safety seat thinking it would appear, but to my dismay, it never did.

Finally I uttered the words, "I can't get any of this. My wallet is gone."

I mean really, did I have to tell her I couldn't get anything? "My wallet is missing" would have sufficed.

She too looked shocked, which didn't help my heart which was about to beat out of my chest. By then, I had already blamed some cool person who clearly stole my wallet and I was in pure freak out mode.

The more obvious reason, though, that it was missing is because it probably slipped out of the huge leg hole.

All of the sudden, though, she got a face of revelation on her face and said, "Is it green?"

I couldn't scream "YES!" quick enough. Because indeed, my wallet is green. Just like the billions of dollars I have.

Of course I repeated myself about 15 times, when finally a man who worked there came and handed me my wallet, asking if that was mine. He proceeded to tell me that he thought he was a lucky guy that night because green was his color. Um, no sir. And no thank you. I wasn't in the mood to joke about my lost, green wallet.

They told me that a sweet customer turned it in. I said a "Thank You" prayer to Jesus immediately, because honestly, who turns in wallets these days? Sad, but true. They would have been disappointed in the lack of "green" actually in the wallet, but I was still forever grateful.

And that, my friends, was my moment of panic.

Thank you, Jesus for the kind person who turned in my green wallet. Bless them!