Aaaaaaaarghhgh!

[allyndra]

I'm trying very hard not to freak out. I went to pick up the sub platters for our event today, and when I went to pay for them, my debit card was missing. Closer inspection reveals my driver's license is also gone. The sub guy makes our sandwiches every month, so he told me to come back and pay him later, so that's not a problem. *loves the sub guy* BUT ... where the hell are my debit card and driver's license?!?!

The theory that's keeping me sane is that my husband knocked them out of my purse when taking my keys last night. (I keep those cards in the same pocket as my keys, because I use them frequently.) I can't call home to ask him, though, because he and my son went to the movies. If I get home and don't find my license and debit card on the floor by the couch where my purse was sitting last night, I'll be writing a very different post.

ETA: No luck. My driver's license and debit card were nowhere to be found in the house. I also dug around under the seats of the car with a flashlight, finding many fascinating bits of trash and an old library card, but not what I was looking for. I called to cancel my debit card, and I'll have to go to the DMV on Monday for a new license (since my husband is convinced I'm going to get arrested for driving without one). I would be freaking out much more, but my husband is doing that, which makes it my job to be the stolid, reassuring one. *whines stolidly*

Comments

[xanzpet.livejournal.com]

UGH! So sorry, hun! I went through this last year when my wallet stolen, and it's such a pain in the ass. Then, after I paid to have my license replaced (we shall not speak of the DMV) and canceled all my card, someone 'anonymously' mailed me the contents of my wallet, minus the cash and the actual Kenneth Cole wallet. *headdesk*

Sucks that you have to go through it, babe. *hugs and whines with you*

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Thanks. The DMV is evil. (And I get irrationally angry at them for the fact that they aren't called the DMV here. It's the MVD instead, and that just seems annoying and wrong.) I'm sorry you had to go through that lost wallet trauma. People suck. *sticks tongue out at wallet-stealing jerks*

[xanzpet.livejournal.com]

they aren't called the DMV here

Likewise! Here, it's the MVA, which I can never remember, so I still call it the DMV, and people like to correct me, rather snottily in fact. I tell them to shampoo my crotch. :P When I went to replace my license, the woman who 'waited' on me, had a problem with me because I'm white, and she's not, and she had to inform of this. So, I had to inform her supervisor, the head of the state transportation board, and the governor's office.