Saturday, Melinda and I picked up some fast food and drove out to Battle Creek, just to see someplace new. I have this bad habit of sticking my wallet on the seat between my legs after pulling away from a drive-through window or a drive-up ATM. So after 2 hours driving around, I forgot about my wallet being there. We got out at a mall, and luckily I happened to step around to Melinda's side of the car for a minute. If we had walked up to the building too quickly, I wouldn't have heard the ten year old boy saying, "Did somebody lose a wallet? Is this your wallet?"

I thanked him and tried to laugh it off. Didn't feel like much of a Bad Mother Fucker after that, in spite of what my wallet says.