During the fall, I experienced the U of A student section, and might I say it was a ton of fun. I watched the football game, spent some long overdue time with my besties, and witnessed Wilbur the Wildcat pole dancing. Getting into the game was a story unto itself, so let’s get started.
Today I was driving along and saw that a gas station was selling gas for quite the steal, so I pulled out my wallet filled with a whole $13 and got my old girl Rhonda some gas. What happened next was the moment that everyone’s mom warned them about: the moment in which you place an important object on top of your car, forget about it and drive off. This time, the important item happened to be my wallet. It is a little pouch filled with all my personal items–including but not limited to my license, my Starbucks card, my craft store VIP membership cards and of course my debit card.