The other day I lost something important to me: my wallet. You know...that thing that has all my bank cards in it, identification, medical cards, minister's license, loose cash, veteran's card, naked pictures of my wife...and...whoops.
A sense of panic washed over me. I almost begun to go frantic. Okay, I did go frantic. My memory was bad, foggy. The "ritualistic" wine I had partaken of didn't help things either. I started to go on an hour-long search for my dear, dear wallet until...facepalm...I remembered I don't have a wallet anymore. I carry purses and (in gender-neutral moods) backpacks.
It probably sounded something like this, in a nice, deep angry voice:
"OMG I LOST MY WALLET! Sunoffa! Where the heck is it? Oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man...f***!...cards...and...money...and...naked photos....and....wait. I don't carry a wallet anymore. IDIOT! Grumble grumble more wine..."