when every one has gone home, and there's exactly one glass left in the bottle... |
got my wallet back! i was super anxious on my way there, and the guy had a very thick accent so i wasn't sure exactly where we were meeting or when although i had repeated the information back to him several times to be extra sure. and i didn't want him to have to go through any more trouble for me. he was very very nice, and wanted me to count all the money in the wallet to make sure it was all there... which would have been fine, except i had NO IDEA how much was in it in the first place, and second of all i DIDN'T CARE if he had taken all of it, i just was happy to have my wallet back at all. hooray for people. not everyone is clueless.
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