"Could this be yours, Sir?" a man on the subway gave me a credit card this morning. The card had indeed my name on it. It was actually one of the cards I carry with me... Yes it was my Credit Card, as were the other cards and forms of identification now spilled over the floor next to my seat on the 1 train going downtown. The cards must have slipped out of my pocket and had this friendly gentleman not noticed what had happened, you would be reading the journal entry of a very sad man right now.
I was very nervous, of course, this was not a good thing to happen. I failed to offer the man my seat. When I was leaving the train and thanked him again, he seemed rather irritated.
Last time my information was stolen was in Toronto in 1995. Somebody had read the numbers off my MCI calling card. I did not notice anything until I received the bill. Somebody had managed to place nine or so parallel calls of two hours each to China. Quite remarkable. I never had to pay the several thousand dollar heavy bill.
The adventure today will make me think again about maybe using some sort of a wallet... I have a few, but they make my pants look as if I were incredibly excited to have credit cards. I am not. No wallet for me?
I carry plastic kid's wallets -- usually hello kitty. For one, I tend to think no one would expect anything of much importance would be in plastic kid's wallet (and usually there isn't much). They're also super cheap and allow for spur of the moment new wallet purchases and frequent swapping out. Most importantly though, they entertain me while I spend... and they smell good (when new). Cheap plastic is like a pedestrain version of new car smell. Mmmm.
Posted by: jayme on June 19, 2003 02:52 PMjayme--too true. nothing like the smell of new pvc, i tend to agree. may it kill us all it reminds me of puffy sticker collections of my childhood!
witold...why doncha' use a wallet, but not carry it in yr' pants. how about carrying it in a nap sack, or powerbook bag, or some other type of male purse?
Posted by: on June 19, 2003 08:03 PMMale purse, a Detlef? Ahem... not happening...
also... in New York, you either have your belongings in the FRONT pockets of your pants, or you can fuggedaboutthem.
And so I do... Hello dear pickpockets.
My cash is on the right, my cards are on the left, and you are not getting anywhere near there...
(okay, sometimes things just spill.)
What happened to my language?...
Posted by: witold on June 19, 2003 08:37 PMi always keep my wallet in my back pocket, but i never have money in it. i have always kept my money in my front pocket (everyone thinks i'm weird for doing that), but somehow my wallet still seems to always be overflowing to the point that all of my pants are becoming quite threadbare in a little wallet-shaped square of the back pocket.
Posted by: nat on June 20, 2003 12:58 AMno wlasnie - musisz pomyslec o meskiej torebce ;D