Remember my guerrilla guide to getting by without your wallet? Here’s how it all began.
I went out to Los Feliz bar on Ludlow street the other night, knocked a couple back, and lost my wallet.
Honestly, I lose everything, but the great thing about this instance is how I miraculously realised I’d lost my purse somewhere at the bar that same night.
I immediately went around asking the security guard, bartenders, coat check woman, and random drunk people if they’d seen it, but no luck.
I eventually found out through a friend of a friend (of a friend) that the last friend of a friend had returned it.
Then I made mistake number one. I should’ve found out more from the person who’d turned in my purse. Where was it turned in? When did it happen? Who took it? The answers to these questions would have been extraordinarily useful in my quest.
Instead I just marched back again and demanded my wallet. The coat check woman, who was admittedly busy, convinced me to come back when there were fewer people around.
That was mistake number two. I should have staked out the place and refused to leave. I could have asked every employee, scoured every corner, stood uncomfortably close to the coat check woman, and just been an all-around pain in the rear. That was last Friday.
I’ve called multiple times only to get the reply that “Nothing was turned in that night,” and now I’m even having trouble getting the number of that friend of a friend.
During this time, I made mistake number three: I never put a hold on my accounts. How many articles have we written about credit fraud? Dude, I practically deserve to get punked. I risked having someone steal my credit line, change my billing address, apply for more credit cards or take out a loan in my name, which could trash my score.
By Tuesday I was fed up and walked the mile and a half to Los Feliz only to be confronted with more hostility from the coat check woman and security guard.
The man actually started making me justify why I’d shown up! Hello, I didn’t call in for advice from Dr. Phil. I’m trying to find my wallet.
I asked to speak to the manager, but both employees told me he wasn’t there and wouldn’t answer when I asked when he’d return. I also tried to look through the places Los Feliz stores lost items, one of which happens to be the manager’s office. But still they said no.
Now it’s Friday and I still don’t have my wallet. The only good news since my last story is my boyfriend loaned me $100.