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A Stolen Wallet?

A Stolen Wallet?

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After a week the police finally called and left a message. It wasn’t a crime; “just a poor ethical decision.” It was “moral, not criminal”, the officer explained. “The gas station video hadn’t captured the culprit’s auto plates so there is no way for us to track him down.” Only a crime if the suspect could be identified? 


Live on water, you lose a set a keys or drop your camera in the drink, it sinks straight to the bottom. At least, you know where the item is. However, drop your wallet overboard, it might not sink right away. Maybe it floats for a bit, then soggy sinks away from your boat. At least one has a few seconds to recover one’s wallet if it slips out. 

 Living on the water has one built-in hazard - LAND...and it’s creatures! 

Living on the water has one built-in hazard - LAND...and it’s creatures! 

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Life on land is like a golf course - man-made sand traps, hazards, roughs and ponds intentionally lanscaped to challenge players. They loom down the “fairway” near a blush “green” carpet with a hole marked by flagpole. All with the intention of avoiding traps that gobble up one’s ball before “sinking” it in the one hole  Though It wasn’t a golf course or gas station in Key Biscayne that trapped me, It was my own caddied carelessness that caught me off guard and unaware in the rough.

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I had just finished filling a 5-gallon gas tank for my dinghy when I inadvertently dropped my wallet. Within a couple minutes, we had driven down the street a 100 yards or so to stop at an ATM machine - I quickly realized my empty fanny pack.  As quickly as we could, we turned the truck around to return to the Shell station. However, two long red lights delayed us just long enough time for a vulture / gator to appear.

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As we waited for the second light to change just across the street from the filling station, the three of us noticed a white SUV at pump #2. A portly white-shirted man was getting into his car and pulling out of the station. A few moments later we made the U-turn and pulled in to where I had dropped my wallet full of me. Of course, we searched high and low yet found nothing. As I realized my biggest fear, I went inside to ask the gas station attendant in the hope someone had turned in my wallet. No one had. So I gave my name and then went outside when Cristian noticed they had a security camera. I then returned inside and asked the attendant to call his supervisor to check the video tape. Seeing it was near 4:30 pm, I thought it best to return to the bank before it closed.

At Chase, I told my story to the manager who immediately asked me if I had called to cancel my cards. I reiterated I had lost my wallet and the number on the back of my card. After he then listed a set of procedures to protect “my security”, he instructed me to use my phone app to verify my account. Then he offered to help me make a call to credit card services.

i had spoken with the Shell attendant and his manager with patience. I knew I would get exasperated with the bank teller’s telling how bank rules protect me. When I returned to the gas station a third time, I felt at ease. The manager told me that she had seen the video and the man in the white SUV bend over to pick up something.

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What I should’ve done is get out of the car with my phone camera and take a picture of the white SUV. Instead I waited for the light to change and suffered the consequences of my carelessness.

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