Over 20 years ago I was hanging out with this girl at a bar on the Southside a few blocks below 100 Metro; we'd walked all the way from some bar at Graham & Metropolitan to some bar at like Berry & South 3rd & after a coupla hours were ready to leave when she realized she'd lost her wallet, so at about 3 in the morning we found ourselves re-tracing our steps back to Graham & Metropolitan, staring at the ground the entire 30-ish minutes. Of course I assumed there was no chance we'd find it, of course I was only going along for my own romantic interests, but I dutifully walked along, head down pretending to furiously scour the ground while planning out what my opening moves back at 100 Metro would be when we'd eventually retire for that night like Bill Walsh planning out his first 15 plays before 49ers game.
And then suddenly she yelled, I turned to see her and she was picking her wallet up off the sidewalk, half a block down from the Graham Avenue L stop. We'd found it. I couldn't believe it.
All these years later, rarely do too many months go by without this scene flashing in my head...I mean, how the fuck did a wallet lay on a Brooklyn sidewalk untouched for like about four hours so we could find it so late in the dark?
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