You can skip the next paragraph and read the one after this to read about what it was that left me first a bit frightened, awestruck, and then grateful.
Tonight there was a Street Fighter IV tourney being held somewhere at Fort Mason Center. This was actually the finals for the tournament that started back in February when the game was released on console. So my friend and I headed there and arrived a little before 7 pm and ended before midnight struck. It was the most awesome thing ever. A lot of brilliant matches, but surprisingly, not one person even used Ryu or Ken in the tourney. Not even Guile or Blanka. Strange, huh? Justin Wong, who is well-known to SF fans, became the Champ with his skills as Rufus. He was crazy. After he won, the guests which included Korean champ, Asia champ (Japanese), and Daigo aka the Beast played each other. I felt bad for the Korean guy because he lost against both Japanese players and Justin. The Asia champ lost to both Justin and Daigo. They were some freakin' epic fights. So finally, it was the epic Justin vs. Daigo rematch. Now, Justin is crazy good with Rufus, but Daigo's Ryu still trumped him. Justin didn't even win once against him. It was best out of 7 matches, so the score was 0-4 in the end. Daamn.
After the tourney ended, it was time to go back home. I had no money for the bus, and my transfer was long used up. So I decided to get change by getting a drink from the vending machine. I pulled out my wallet to get two one-dollar bills out. The drink said $1.50 but I only got a quarter back for change, so I was a bit baffled. So I had my friend lend me $1.25. The bus was about to leave so we jogged/ran for it. I got home and, like I normally do, sat in bed on the laptop doing whatever. When suddenly... I hear my doorbell ringing... at around 1:50, no less. I thought it might've been one of my sisters because they always don't have their keys or forget them. So assuming it was my sister, I reluctantly opened the door and called out "Who is it?" Someone answered, but it wasn't my sister; instead, a police officer answered instead, which scared the crap out of me.
Like, oh shit, what the hell. I haven't don't anything wrong, so I didn't think I was in any sort of trouble. I come up to where the gate door is, and the officer asks me, "Are you Eric Trinh?" I answer accordingly. Was this about my credit card and how I haven't settled the fraud issue thing yet? Different story btw, so don't worry about that. He then has something in his hand.... something familiar: my fucking wallet. Before I could really recognize it though, he told me clearly that he had a hold of my wallet. I was shocked beyond belief. My jaw on the floor, I asked where he found it. He told me it was found around Safeway. Now, if you recall, I did just mention that I went to get change. The vending machine was in front of Safeway. So I'm assuming that once I put it into my pocket and ran for the bus, I reached into my pocket yet again, and my wallet must've fallen out by then. The officer told me a bunch of guys found it and was gonna turn it in to the department or something, but the officer said he'd deliver it to me personally, and so... he did, of course. He also told me everything appears to be intact, and, indeed, all my money, cards, etc. were still in there. Holy. effing. shit. I would not have noticed I had my wallet missing. After getting on the bus and heading home, I didn't even bother checking my pockets to see if my stuff was still there.
See, I was carrying a ton of stuff and the whole time, even when I was watching at the tourney, I kept fidgeting inside my pockets to make sure everything was still there. Coming home though, I suppose I should have noticed it was gone. I took out my DS and my R4... my cell phone... my drinks... all the other junk in my pocket. But I also usually take out my wallet and put it on my desk. Not realizing I had it missing, I didn't do that, obviously. But I was still quite oblivious of the fact that I didn't have it on me. So anyway, I thanked the police officer plenty to convey my gratitude. I have no idea what I would've done if this didn't happen. Had I realized it was gone by the time I was on the bus, I would've spouted to my friend, saying "I can't find my wallet... I must've dropped it... fuck fuck fuck fucking shit!" I probably would have come back for it if I knew that around the time we got on; the bus was in front of Safeway, after all. I would not have known what to do, probably. And most likely, if I didn't realize I lost it AND the officer didn't come or I didn't hear the doorbell ring.... I would've believed it was misplaced somewhere, eventually concluding that I lost it at Safeway or even worse... I do not wanna imagine such consequences. Looks like I have to be extra aware of open pockets now and when I grab things out of my pockets...
