I’ve never been a fan of almosts or close calls or whatever else you would like to call it.
640am: Josh and I were a few blocks away from the Metra station, but all we can see are flashing red and blue lights everywhere. Great. As someone who rides the Metra daily, it is hard to not think, “well, someone just jumped in front of that train…” I’ve hard many horror stories from people getting stuck on the train for HOURS because someone did that. Yes, that really does happen. As Josh and I inch closer to the station, we see a huge accident right in front of where the turn is to get into the station. I opened my window and asked the officer standing outside, “Hey, is there a way to get into the train station?” He replied, “Nope. No train today.”
Freaked Out Mode activated. We were stopped at a light right across from the station. I asked another cop, “hey can i run over to the station or is it closed?” “No it’s open, ma’am. Do what you need to do.” As we were stopped at the red light, I ran out and onto the platform just a minute before the train arrived.
I almost missed the train.
7:09am: I received a text
MSG: Chase Fraud – Did you make a charge-pre-auth for $1.00 at a computer services company on 10/9/2014, card ending in XXXX? If YES, reply 1. If NO, reply 2.
WHAT?! NO I DID NOT!!!
Freaked Out Mode Reactivated. I called the Chase fraud number and spoke to a lady for a good twenty minutes. Confirming my identity and her explaining that someone had my card numbers. Lovely. Great. Just what I need. Thankfully, it was on a credit card that I got through Amazon and the ONLY thing that ever gets charged on it is my Prime membership, which is once a year, and this is not my main credit card. WEW. The lady I spoke with at Chase told me they declined the payment, most likely because the expiration date was wrong, but I’ll be getting a new card in the mail now.
But I was almost a victim of CC fraud.
9:20am – As I’m walking out of the gym, I noticed the sparkle from the front desk lady’s hand. ADD activated. But then, I realized MY ring wasn’t on my finger. Oh good lord, this is bad. This is really bad. My ring was my grandmother’s that my grandfather bought her while they were vacationing in Greece. This ring means a lot to me, especially because both of my grandparents have passed away. The ring gives me this great comfort that my grandparents will always be very close to my heart.
BUT MY DUMBASS FORGOT IT IN THE LOCKER ROOM!
So I ran back up the stairs, back to the locker room, opened the locker I was using. And there it was. Sitting right where I left it. I had to sit down on the bench for a minute. I slipped the ring back on my finger and just stared at it. I was about to cry until I realize that I was late for work. Thank god for long legs.
I almost lost the most sentimental and irreplaceable item I own.
And this was all before 9:30am! How early is too early to
want NEED a glass of wine?!?!
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