Weirdness
This afternoon, I got a call from somebody at the Ex-Cel hall at the Royal Victoria Docks, in the Docklands, asking me if I had been there recently.
Immediately on the defensive, I told them that I had never been anywhere near there, and if someone had used my ID or tried to use one of my cards, it sure as hell wasn't me since my wallet had been stolen a week previous.
The caller explained that was why she was calling. My wallet had been handed in at the docklands. No Cash, but all the cards seemed to be there, and they could either mail it to me or I could collect it.
This intrigued me. It would have been easier for them to mail it to me, but I wanted to see where my wallet had landed. So I took down the directions, and after an hour or two of taking the DLR back and forth, I finally found where I was supposed to collect the wallet from.
And I could see why the caller was surprised that my wallet had arrived there... this was the centre of a very modernist area, part of the East End Urban Renewal that seems to be going on in preparation for the olympics. Refurbished warehouses retasked as restaurants and offices stood alongside futurist buildings next to decomissioned shipping cranes, lined up like sentinels along what used to be a wharf.
I collected my wallet from the security office and checked the cards: they all seemd to be there, just in a different order.
Of course, I had already cancelled my bank cards, a process which cannot be reversed, but it was still good to have my Tesco Club Card, my Slimelight Membership Card and my library cards back (I'm still going to make sure that no books were borrowed out on my cards, though).
It still seems weird, though. That someone would take my wallet, go to the trouble of carrying it miles from the point of origin and then not throw it in the river.
Nevermind, I'm glad that there are less cards that I have to replace now.
Enough for the time being.
Over and out.
-J
Immediately on the defensive, I told them that I had never been anywhere near there, and if someone had used my ID or tried to use one of my cards, it sure as hell wasn't me since my wallet had been stolen a week previous.
The caller explained that was why she was calling. My wallet had been handed in at the docklands. No Cash, but all the cards seemed to be there, and they could either mail it to me or I could collect it.
This intrigued me. It would have been easier for them to mail it to me, but I wanted to see where my wallet had landed. So I took down the directions, and after an hour or two of taking the DLR back and forth, I finally found where I was supposed to collect the wallet from.
And I could see why the caller was surprised that my wallet had arrived there... this was the centre of a very modernist area, part of the East End Urban Renewal that seems to be going on in preparation for the olympics. Refurbished warehouses retasked as restaurants and offices stood alongside futurist buildings next to decomissioned shipping cranes, lined up like sentinels along what used to be a wharf.
I collected my wallet from the security office and checked the cards: they all seemd to be there, just in a different order.
Of course, I had already cancelled my bank cards, a process which cannot be reversed, but it was still good to have my Tesco Club Card, my Slimelight Membership Card and my library cards back (I'm still going to make sure that no books were borrowed out on my cards, though).
It still seems weird, though. That someone would take my wallet, go to the trouble of carrying it miles from the point of origin and then not throw it in the river.
Nevermind, I'm glad that there are less cards that I have to replace now.
Enough for the time being.
Over and out.
-J
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