On Sunday my wife and I decided to walk down to the lake and enjoy the Seafair festivities mentioned in the previous post. We had to walk the long way to get to her co-worker’s house since the streets were closed off to the cheap bastards unwilling to pay for access.
While walking down our street I stumbled upon a black wallet. I opened it up and there was money and credit cards inside still. My wife and I looked around the neighborhood and didn’t see anyone. I decided I should take it with me and then try and contact the owner when I got home. There was roughly $13 inside and some forms of identification. I figured it would be easy to find "Cynthia" once the festivities were over. I was unable to locate a cell phone number inside her wallet, but did find her email address and home address… should it come to that.
A couple blocks later I look across the street. I turned to my wife and said, "I think she’s Cynthia." I glanced at the Washington State driver’s license photo again. She sure did look similar to the face inside the wallet. The human across the street sported large, highly fashionable, sunglasses so it was tough to see her entire face.
The human had two friends with her, both were much taller than the woman with sunnies. Quick thinking we were, I noticed how short the human was and then checked the identification again. It read "4’11". Okay, it had to be Cynthia. My wife stayed at the corner as I crossed the street and approached the three humans.
She responded with a slight nod and I posed one more question.
"Do you live in West Seattle?"
She responded positively again. I asked if she had her wallet with her. She said, no. I extended my right hand and gave her the wallet I found a few blocks north of where we were standing. She appeared to be startled. I think she had no idea she lost the wallet to begin with and then some stranger just happened to find it and recognize her. Damn it feels awesome to be a good samaritan, yo!
IRONMAN trivia #6/25: an official Ironman event conists of a 2.4 mile swim, a 112 mile bike ride, and a 26.2 mile ride. It’s always in that order. All triathlons are swim, bike, and then run.
IRONMAN trivia #7/25: the only way to compete in the Kona Ironman is to either qualify with a wicked good time or win a lottery spot. It’s similar to the Boston Marathon in that regard.