She said "I think it is my wallet, I don't have it. The people gave my mom their phone number and address and said that I could come pick it up. Would you go with me to get it?" "Sure" I replied. So we got in the car and started driving over to the people's house. The whole time I had this sinking suspicion that the people probably took everything out of it, money wise, and left the important things like driver's license, and social security card, if we were lucky. On top of that, she had credit cards, a checkbook, and $200 for the tux rentals the groomsmen had given us to hold for the wedding. We couldn't figure out how she had lost it though. We arrive at the house and she walks up to the door to meet the people and get the wallet. Meanwhile, I was sitting in the car struggling with my judgmental thoughts about the people that found the wallet. After all, the neighborhood we were in was half-way decent, but in the back of my mind they had already taken everything that they really wanted.
Amy gets back into the car and hands me the wallet, I guess, looking for my opinion. Deep down inside, something told me it wasn't going to be good. As I grabbed the wallet from her, it felt really thin. I opened the wallet and sure enough, the credit cards, all the cash, the checkbook and checkbook registry were missing. The only things still left in the wallet were her driver's license, social security card, and a bunch of receipts that had been tightly tucked in pockets. At that moment, a flood of trust issues begin to resurface. I looked at Amy, awaiting my response, and said "yeah baby it feels pretty thin they gotcha." I could see the disappointment on her face. "Yeah, I thought that too when they handed it to me but they said that the wallet was closed when they found it" she said. "Where did they say they found it?" I asked. "To the side of the on-ramp getting on the freeway across from Walmart.