wallets

So, last night, after leaving a party, I felt a little rumbling in my tummy and declared that I wanted some fries. So at 1:30 a.m. I drove to Wendy's with my friends Jon and Britt. We used the drive-thru, paid, got our food, quickly consumed said food, and continued with our night.

Now, fast-forward to 11:30 this morning when I get a call from Jon. He was wondering if his wallet was in my car. I went to check, and indeed his wallet is there. Oops. So, I had to drive back to Raleigh to deliver the wallet; because, ya know, Jon may want his driver's license, credit cards, money, et cetera.

As I was heading to Jon's house, he told me that Britt was also looking for his wallet. Could Britt's wallet be in my car? I turned around to the back seat where Britt was sitting, and yep, there's a black wallet in my back seat.

Two wallets...left in my car...on a Wendy's run. I couldn't help but laugh.