Since I’ve alerted all of you to this fiasco, I thought I should let everyone know that my wallet has been found and is now back in my possession where it belongs. I have to thank the staff at the Palace Theater for being so awesome, especially Tom, the carpenter, and the glamorous Barbara with the fabulous headscarf. I also need to thank Uncle Tom and Aunt Eileen for being so awesome in times of crisis, and my mom, for her efforts:
Jean: It wasn’t stolen from you. I think you did what you think you did and that was thinking that you put it in your pocketbook and instead laid it on top of it and when you picked up your bag the wallet fell on the ground. A very very nice family that had to pass your seat to get out picked it up, tried to catch up with you and couldn’t so they bought it to the lost and found. period, end of story.
me: haha do we live in a fairytale world?
Jean: yes and I like it here
After that conversation I couldn’t stop picturing this imaginary family trying to catch up with me and being really upset that they couldn’t get me, and then being upset about it the whole car ride back to Islip, Long Island. I don’t know why I made them from there.
When I called the theater Monday evening, all I had to do was give my last name and they knew what I was looking for. I feel like that’s good customer service. When I got to the box office and announced myself, the staff was extremely friendly and accommodating. Also, this happened:
Box Office Guy: Can I help you?
Me: My name’s Kelly Carroll. I spoke to Barbara earlier about a wallet.
Box Office Guy: Kelly Carroll!
Box Office Guy: KC!
15 seconds of awkward silence and eye contact
Box Office Guy: What are you here for again?
Since this story has come to an end, I can finally be honest with everyone that I really at no time thought I wouldn’t get my wallet back. Call it eternal optimism. Maybe I was swayed by the positivity of the whole Annie story. Or maybe I just couldn’t resign myself to the fact that one of the 5-year-olds sitting near us had at some point been turned into a pickpocket by his/her parents. I don’t know.
Moral of the story: there are nice people in New York City. I already knew that, but now you do too.