I lost my wallet this morning, for the second time in two weeks. Both times, I've lost my wallet somewhere in the library, and both times, someone has turned it in to the front desk without taking any of my money (or, thank god, my coupon for 40% off at Banana Republic). While I'm concerned about my inability to hang on to my belongings, it could be worse: prior to these last two mishaps, the last time I lost my wallet was in college, also at the library, and that time I got it back with no money left in it. (However, in terms of bad news, it just so happens that this morning one of my students was working the front desk at the library when I went to retrieve my wallet. And yes, I am shallow enough to have been embarrassed that he saw the hideous picture on my student ID.)
Alas. There are two lessons to be learned here: 1) Students here are remarkably honest and trustworthy (or perhaps, simply, less in need of my $5) and 2) I am well on my way to becoming an absentminded professor.
Time to buy a tweed jacket and start smearing my lipstick all over my teeth.
