Wrapped up the school week and hit the road for DC. As I'm sitting in traffic at Quantico, my bank calls me to tell me that someone found my wallet. I didn't even know it was missing. Evidently, I dropped it when I stopped at Chipotle (life lesson~always go through a drive-through).
Someone turned it in to another bank. My bank gave me their number, but they were closing so I couldn't swing back and pick it up. DC Friday traffic would have made it a couple of hours detour anyway.
I have to go back tomorrow morning to pick it up. I am grateful that someone turned it in~with my debit card. I am grateful nothing happened while I was driving license-less.
I wasn't planning on spending several hours on the road tomorrow, but I am so glad that my bank account is intact and honest people exist!