My mind is everywhere, my eyes are searching, and most of all, the anger and panic is unbearable. My cash is gone, my IDs are gone, and my $600 wallet is gone. LV is gone. Louis is.. well.. was (ouch), a huge part of me. Not only was it.. beautiful and rare and French, it was a gift from the most important person.

And in the midst of all the mixed emotions, I can't get the lady out of my head!!!

A lady with a big mole on the upper side of her mouth is staring at me while I carelessly stuffe the cash inside my wallet, and my privacy feels violated. But my mind is onto more important matters at the time, and I pay no attention.

I leave my stuff on the table and walk literally five steps away, toward the garabage can to spit out my gum, and when I come back, my wallet is gone. Only I don't realize it till I'm home, and the lady with the mole is far away.

My initial reaction after not being able to find my wallet anywhere in my bag is "wtf???" and thousands of images and red run through my head. I don't understand how it could disappear because there was no point in time where I could have lost it. I carefully retrace my steps and the unpleasant image with the lady with the mole pops up into my head.. And I'm sure that it was her.

I go back to Oakridge, giving the securities a very thorough description of my wallet but not a nearly good enough job with the description of the lady; and not really getting anywhere but at the mole. By that time, panic is replaced by anger and guilt. I'm so glad the securities didn't yell at me for being so stupid. They tell me that they'll let me know as soon they find anything.

I'm just plain disturbed when I get home for the second time.
I know that telling the securities about it was just for my personal comfort, and I've long before, the minute I realized the lady had taken it, realized that my wallet or the lady will never be found. I'm so upset and disturbed that I talk to God-there's someone to blame. And I just ask.. WHY he let this happen. Obviously I'd learned a lesson I will never forget, but the price is too high and too cruel.
And something that I'd been trying to ignore this whole wallet nonsense forces itself out. Two days ago, my friend's father passed away; and I realize what a big fuss I'd made over a wallet..

Goodbye, Louis.