Earlier this year I was very excited to finally get my hands on a long awaited 2010 ticket. They usually sell out within 10 minutes of being posted, and were quite expensive, but I got one. That meant i was also going to be going cross country for the first time. As a first time flier I made a mistake of not asking my hotel if they could print my boarding passes and provide me with a computer to electronically (online) check in. However not to be brought to low spirits to easily I decided that I would be fine, and I’d instead use the terminal check in stand and my check-in code. So taking a breath of fresh air as I landed in CA, I strode off the plane and proceeded to board a cab to my hotel nearby, to being my three night stay.
The first day there went off without a hitch, I was enjoying myself, the convention, the company and the local restaurants. The second day of my trip had arrived and started nicely. I then proceeded to partake a bit in the alcoholic beverages offered nearby, this was one of the catalysts to my nightmare. Around 7’oclock a few of my friends and I went walking down throughout Orange County, CA. I was seemingly dressed as I thought people on the west coast dressed, shorts, a shirt, comfortable shoes, and a small hoodie type jacket. As the night progressed we went to a few bars, a few pit stops, and corner shops, and then for no odd reason, to target. In target I decided I needed a belt, so pulling out my wallet I grabbed a 20, and proceeded to grab a belt of my size and head for the check out.
Heading back to the hotel around 11’oclock we headed into the room and relaxed for a bit. That is, until I decided to go get my wallet for a small trip down to snag some chips. It was gone, my ID, Check-in Code, Credit Cards, Cash, everything all gone. I was struck with a sudden fear, a fear that not only was my whole convention experience ruined but I was about to lose all the money in my wallet, roughly 450$, and my only way home, at least until a photo copy of my drivers license and check in pass were sent over to the airport, which would’ve taken 4 days until my parents were able to get to the house to provide that information. Frantic and out of my mind, also may I add, slightly buzzed I began to wander town looking for my wallet. A thought then hit me, what if someone had found it and tried to use my credit card, I ran back to my hotel at that point as fast as I could. Upon arriving there they told me their systems were down and to check elsewhere. By some miracle a Hilton was close by and I was able to make it there within 3 minutes. Once I arrived I immediately tried to log on to their computers however my efforts were thwarted by the fact that you had to swipe a credit card to use their computers. Luckily for me one of the clerks saw me in my state and offered his help, he swiped his credit card took a four dollar charge and let me online. Rushing to my bank accounts web page I clicked on my account sign in, only to forget my security question.
At this point I was out of luck, out of breath, and certainly had used up all my karma, or so I thought. Slowly walking back to my hotel room in an upset mood and slightly depressed something happened to change my whole vacation. A friend who had visited earlier dropped by and had told me I left her wallet in her car. I had no recollection of this and was certain I left it near Target. Just goes to show you sometimes when everything goes wrong, something has to go right.