The brief version is this -- sometime between 8:30 and 9:45, some miscreant gained entry to my church office and made off with my wallet, out of my purse, which was under my desk (where else, right)(Well, actually, could have been lots of other places...)(some of them both more secure and less obvious).
A fair chunk of cash...and ALL my ID except my passport, and ALL my credit cards.
The suckitude index around here is just out of sight at the moment.
Except that while I was madly phoning credit card companies after the service...the congregation had a whip-round at the coffee hour...and sent one of the younger and cuter of their number to say, "This is to replace what was in your wallet, and here is also a good book to read on the plane..."
He was immediately followed by a couple of very large parishioners, older and not quite so cute, to say, "Hey. Do you need SERIOUS CASH for this trip? Because You Just Say..."
And the service went great, hey -- something had to...scrumptious babies and they didn't cry, great music, lots of Nigerian visitors in vivid garb, full-press dedication of altar ornaments...
During the service there was a posse out beating the hedges, ditches, and dumpsters in the neighbourhood, in case the thief had just snatched the cash and dumped the rest...but...
No Wallet. The Rambler will now lead the Simple Life, not being able to get to her bank for a replacement convenience card for almost two weeks.
I shall spend the rest of the day calling 1-800 numbers to cancel things.
"Merde alors," as La Rochefoucauld might have said. And probably did.