The story of the day.

I realized yesterday night that I dont have my wallet with me. And that actually the last time I saw it was on thursday, in the cinema. I was searching everywhere in the room at home, and thought I surely left it in the studio. And went to sleep. Today in the morning I wasnt thaat sure about it anymore, and I went to the studio to look for it. Poor Jo came with me.
Well. It wasnt in the studio. I freaked out of course. Everything I have was in there. Money, CREDIT CARD, driving license..
I called the cinema, where they told they have a wallet there (HUH) but its not mine (bahaazeg..). After crying for a while we decided to go to the cinema personally and try to make them double-check.. We went there, they did double check (it took about 10 min, I got grey hair), they told me they dont have it. I started to ask the guy what to do in this case, should I go to the police, etc.. I was seriously freaked out. I could only think of this mean person buying himself gucci outfits with my credit card for a whole day now, and how am I going to pay this back to the bank..
While walking towards the exit with the fixed idea that I am the biggest loser on this whole globe, a guy runs after me, and asks if it was me, the girl who lost her wallet. Aha, it was me. He told me maybe they have it. Okkay. Jo tells me not to make false hopes. Im kind of dead, I dont make any hopes.

And there came the guy, with my wallet in his hands.

Yes. I try to learn from it. There will be serious development here, you will see..
(Must be, I dont think I would survive this once again.)