God Bless you Mr. Walker

God? ( Said like Madonna at the beginning of Like a Virgin.)

I had a frustrating day. I work with some crazy first and second graders after school, and let's just say... they called me mean and told me they hated me, it's fine. So I went home, and hopped on a bus towards the gym, hopeful of forgetting my tragic day... instead I forgot my wallet. Awesome. Chicago Public Transportaion at rush hour... gone... Money, Credit Card, Transit Card, Best Buy card (most important), and ID. I had to call Julie to pick me up, or else I was walking home. Before I did, I caught another bus and gave him my information.

I go home, frustrated, and open a beer-- because that's what people do when they have a bad day, right? *it didn't make me feel better, I cancelled my credit card and figured out how to retreive a new ID in a new state.

I wake up, feeling refreshed. It's a new day, right? My wallet may be gone, but my spirit's still here, darn it.

I call the CTA (Chicago Transit Authority). Did you find a glittery red sparkle wallet with black stars? Yep. What? They found it. I walk in to go pick it up and the knew who I was the minute I walked in... must have been the glitter wallet that set me off.

Not only did they find my wallet, no money was gone and there was a note inside. Daniel Walker found your wallet, along with his phone number. Naturally I call, leave him a message with some cheesy, overtly euphoric comments.

Two days later, I get a text. Heya rachel. So glad you got your wallet back! I was a bit worried. If you'd like to, my band is playing the empty bottle thursday. You should come!

God?

What are the odds, in a city this big, during rush hour, someone turned in my wallet, with nothing gone. This world is okay sometimes, isn't it. What if he was my night in shining armor? Too much like a Romantic Comedy? Maybe... but you have to wonder...

So now I sit here, Wednesday night... wondering if I should go meet this Daniel Walker. See his band. Or maybe I should just google him...