Argh, argh, argh.

I left my house this morning, grabbed my Metrocard out of my wallet to swipe at the 116th Street subway station, immersed myself in a good book for the thirteen minute ride...and then arrived in my office and rifled through my purse to discover I was walletless. I hoped perhaps it had fallen out, been rescued by a good samaritan and was on a journey back to me...but alas, a couple hours later my credit card company confirmed to me that somebody had been making charges throughout the city all morning. Fantastic!

So that's not so good. But cards are canceled, fraud reports filed, etc. Cash, Metrocard, train tickets, health insurance card, etc. will be replaced. I'll use my passport for Identification when I fly this weekend. And I'll finally buy a wallet I liked better than my old, ugly brown one. (Not to be ungrateful for what I had...I'd still take it back!) I'm a little sad that the card I get punched when I get Tasti-d-Lite frozen yogurt is lost, because I think I had almost earned (I like that you "earn" something by eating frozen yogurt) a free cup. Damn.

Anyway, here's my favorite part of this whole little story. As I mentally catalogued the various cards and notes I had lost, I realized my membership card to the Buddhist Center was lost. And, I confess, here is the thought that briefly flashed into my poor little ego-burdened brain, "My Buddhist Center card! Ahhh. I hope whoever took my stuff feels bad when they see that."

Mmmhmmm. The irony is not lost on me. That compassion meditation's really workin out for me.

No, but seriously, it counts for something that I caught myself and laughed doesn't it? Oh, life. : )