Have you ever looked in your fridge trying to find your wallet?
That was one of the unique places I searched a couple of weeks ago when my wallet went missing.
It all started when I took Mom’s advice and got a shingles shot from Matt, my Kroger pharmacist.
If you’re over 60 and you had chicken pox when you were a kid, you gotta get a shingles shot. Talk to anybody who’s had shingles. It’s brutal, debilitating – and ugly.
By the time I figured out I didn’t have my wallet, it was early the next morning. I searched all the usual places – fridge (I left the car keys in there one time), pantry, dirty clothes basket, hood of the car.
I figured I must have left it behind when Matt stuck me.
So, there I was at the opening Kroger bell searching for my wallet. I even texted Matt (everyone should have their pharmacist’s number).
Nada. Nowhere to be found.
I took a deep, deep breath and started canceling. Credit cards, health insurance cards, Medicare card, Starbucks loyalty card. My very existence was in that wallet.
It was brutal. I spent hours on hold. I even stood in line at TxDOT on Will Clayton to get a new driver’s license.
“Don’t worry, honey,” the lovely TxDOT lady told me just before she took a photo for my brand-new driver’s license. “When you get your new license, your old one will pop up.”
TxDOT lady was spot-on.
When I got home, my cell phone rang. It was the kid from Maxi-Clean, my dry cleaners on Northpark Drive. “Your wallet fell out of your dirty clothes,” he said seriously.
Life lesson learned: Never assume that’s just a massive pile of dirty shirts and slacks. Your wallet may be nestled in there.
The day I lost my wallet was particularly unproductive, so I was thrilled to see a tweet from Time Magazine (remember them?) listing eight things successful people do before breakfast.
This could be life-altering, I thought, and I need a success or two, so, as a public service, I present what Time discovered successful people do every day: Wake up before everyone else, exercise, shower (you get your best ideas when you shower), spend time with your family (but what if you come from a dysfunctional family?), work on a passion project, catch up on the news, write down what you’re grateful for, and, finally, read and send emails first thing in the morning. That leaves the rest of the day to accomplish important tasks – like look for your wallet.
I’m pretty passionate about keeping up with the news. That’s how I found out Shipley’s Do-nuts is building a shiny, new home on Northpark. I’m excited for them. I’d be more excited if Krispy Kreme were announcing they were building.
I need to check in with Ted Mandel. He’s the Krispy Kreme aficionado who launched the “Bring Krispy Kreme to Lake Houston” Facebook page and trades emails with the guy who holds the Houston franchise.
We deserve our own Krispy Kreme – right down the street from my house.
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Tom Broad
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Besides being a proud graduate of The University of Nebraska-Lincoln and, therefore, a Cornhusker, I am retired from Memorial Hermann. I am a correspondent and columnist for Lake Houston's hometown paper, The Tribune, as well as a director of the Lake Houston Redevelopment Corporation, a member of the board of the Humble Area Assistance Ministries, and Volunteer Extraordinaire for the Lake Houston Area Chamber.