A car with darkly tinted windows yesterday was stalking me, for my parking space, as I walked to my car.
I hate the feeling although I had to admit that the spot I was getting ready to vacate represented the only soon to be open spot.
I said various curse words under my breath.
I had an armful of things-briefcase, two cell phones, beeper, notebook, etc..
I accidentally drop everything prior to getting into my car.
I cursed out loud and gave the driver of the car stalking me my meanest look.
I thought I picked up everything.
About an hour later I realized I didn't have my wallet.
I returned back to the office.
I looked in and around the car that had taken my place.
Finally I stopped at the security desk of the building.
My wallet was there-all contents intact and accounted for.
My arch-enemy car stalker had turned it in.
I no longer cursed this individual.
I was pretty darn thankful!