Oh... I thought you said the great... Bambi.

No, I didn't answer my phone while driving on the freeway. 

My friend Makae and I took a road trip (ha ha ha) down to Ogden to go to the mall (because we all know how AWESOME the Cache Valley Mall is). I wanted to visit Victoria's Secret and then I figured we do a little window shopping after I got what I needed. 

We were able to leave Cache Valley earlier than projected so we were both in good spirits and then the radio was kind to us. So we made it out onto the freeway, just jamming to tunes and having a good time. I got off on the wrong exit though. So we were in Riverdale and the traffic was rather heavy for me. I'm used to main street in Logan which is pie compared to what it is in the Ogden area. 

I was waiting to turn , at the light, into the parking lot of the mall. I was feeling anxious and I saw that there was a car coming. But I didn't realize how close it was and how fast it was going. We nearly got T-boned. It was a frightening thing but we made it out alive and unscathed. 

We pulled into the parking lot and I finally had a chance to check my phone. I wasn't expecting anything more than a text message so I was surprised when I saw that I had missed two calls and a voicemail. They were from my oldest brother, Jared. I was a little thrown because he doesn't normally call me. I checked my voicemail where I heard, "Call me when you get this." 

Makae and I walked into Dillards as I called Jared. Basically he chewed me out because I was lost and I didn't tell anyone where I was going. I felt, briefly, like I was in high school again. I informed him that I had in fact told our mom that I was going to be in Ogden on Tuesday. His reason for calling me was to invite me to dinner with him and his wife. Which I was obliged to decline of course. 

After the little phone call fiasco, Makae and I proceeded to do what we had come to do. We window shopped. We tried on a dozen different headbands and looked at prom dresses, expressing our personal preferences. And then we ate at Chickfila (or however the heck it's spelled.) 

We drove through Ogden and we stopped in Farr West to get gas. Whilst getting gas we were approached by a semi- unkempt man who inquired if we could spare a dollar because his bike tires were flat and he had to get to North Ogden and he was going to miss some class or something like that. Unfortunate for the man I don't usually have cash with me. Fortunately for me I really didn't have any cash with me. I told him that I didn't have cash and apologized to him. He left us and the gas finished pumping. Makae and I very quickly got into the car and I locked the doors. It was kind of creepy. 

Back on the freeway we made plans to stop in Brigham City at Wal-mart so I could pick up a Dr. Pepper and pick out a five dollar movie that we could watch. We picked out the movie and I got my Dr. Pepper and a couple of candy bars for us and we stood in the 20 items or less line. When I went to pay I realized that my wallet was missing. Panic breifly caught me in the stomach but I calmed down because I assumed I had accidently left it in my car after getting gas. I proceeded to write a check. After handing the check to the cashier she asked for ID. Uh... how can I have ID if I don't have my wallet? Stupid Wal-Mart! They'd never pull this crap at Maceys if I wasn't writing it over a certain amount. So I asked if she'd jsut put the items aside and I'd just come back with my wallet. 

But it wasn't in my car. Makae and I tore my car apart looking for it. I was certain that I hadn't lost it at the gas station in Farr West because I remember snapping it closed and getting straight in the car after the money guy left. Panic fully engulfed me. 

We went back into Wal-Mart to check and see if I had dropped it at all during our browsing. No luck. I told Makae that if we didn't find it I'd have to go to Tremonton so my parents could help me get stuff cancelled and whatnot. I tried to control my breathing as I decided to check at the service desk before leaving. I almost left. 

I asked the woman if a wallet had been turned in. A green wallet that snaps. She nodded but I was scared to hope. It couldn't be my wallet. I couldn't be that lucky, could I? Her manager came and and retrieved the wallet from a locked room. I felt relief sweep over me and my knees weakened momentarily. Some honest person had found my wallet and turned it into the service desk. I checked inside and everything was in place. It didn't even look like they'd looked in it or anything.

We went back and I purchased my things and we walked back out to the car, laughing at the situation. Once in the car I cracked open the Dr. Pepper and took a giant swig. It had been a very adventurous evening and I was tired. I just wanted to go home and watch the movie and just relax.

We made it back to Logan with out any other major/minor incidents. But I certainly am more paranoid about where my wallet is now. I don't have much in there but what I do have is pretty darn important to me. And I am forever grateful to the person who was honest enough to take some stupid 20 year old girl's wallet to the service desk without stealing anything. I will never underestimate what something like that can do for a person. 

Thank you, whoever you are!