A Lost Wallet
This past weekend we went to Fire Island with our friends. While walking on the Beach to look at the house that was used to film One Ocean View - the new ABC share house real world reality show that was just cancelled after 2 episodes - my friend found a money clip with a Drivers License, several credit cards, a ticket to leave the island and about $170 cash lying in the sand.
This is exciting stuff for married people was toddlers. We now had a mission to get the items back to Tim. We had his picture, age, and short life history. Suburban investigators here to save the day. Something we will talk about for years.
During dinner we discussed what the best way would be to find him. We ruled out the Ocean Beach Police except that we might stop by and tell them if someone asked they can call us. Since the items were found on the beach outside OBP jurisdiction and probably fell to Islip or Suffolk police, it would never find it's way home. So we called two of his credit card companies and left messages for them to contact him and let him know we had his stuff. We also left our name and phone number for him to contact us directly. That way he would have the choice to call us or not. Since we really didn't believe they would be able to contact him, the two moms decided to crash the Saturday night single house parties (he decided he was still single and having late night fun) and ask the guests if anyone knows Tim.
The first house we went to was Ira's. Ira has two houses this year and most share people know Ira. Ira wasn't at the first house and none of the guests knew Tim. All in good fun people tried to convice us they were him. (We had a photo and description.) As were were leaving we bumped into my huby, Paulo. After we left a message, the credit card company called Tim and Tim called Paulo. We forgot our cell phones at home, so Paulo had to find us because we had Tim's stuff.
We called back Tim and told him to meet us at Rachal's bakery which was going to be our last destination after the parties in Corneille and the bars in Ocean Beach. We were sort of disappointed our adventure was being cut short. Tim met us and we gave him his stuff. He wanted to do something for us but we really didn't need anything.
While we were buying stuff at the bakery, me friend realized she didn't have enough money. Tim, now being our Angel, paid for our indulgence.
Tim, thanks for making our weekend even better.
This is exciting stuff for married people was toddlers. We now had a mission to get the items back to Tim. We had his picture, age, and short life history. Suburban investigators here to save the day. Something we will talk about for years.
During dinner we discussed what the best way would be to find him. We ruled out the Ocean Beach Police except that we might stop by and tell them if someone asked they can call us. Since the items were found on the beach outside OBP jurisdiction and probably fell to Islip or Suffolk police, it would never find it's way home. So we called two of his credit card companies and left messages for them to contact him and let him know we had his stuff. We also left our name and phone number for him to contact us directly. That way he would have the choice to call us or not. Since we really didn't believe they would be able to contact him, the two moms decided to crash the Saturday night single house parties (he decided he was still single and having late night fun) and ask the guests if anyone knows Tim.
The first house we went to was Ira's. Ira has two houses this year and most share people know Ira. Ira wasn't at the first house and none of the guests knew Tim. All in good fun people tried to convice us they were him. (We had a photo and description.) As were were leaving we bumped into my huby, Paulo. After we left a message, the credit card company called Tim and Tim called Paulo. We forgot our cell phones at home, so Paulo had to find us because we had Tim's stuff.
We called back Tim and told him to meet us at Rachal's bakery which was going to be our last destination after the parties in Corneille and the bars in Ocean Beach. We were sort of disappointed our adventure was being cut short. Tim met us and we gave him his stuff. He wanted to do something for us but we really didn't need anything.
While we were buying stuff at the bakery, me friend realized she didn't have enough money. Tim, now being our Angel, paid for our indulgence.
Tim, thanks for making our weekend even better.
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