- 9pm: Figured out when I got to Boulder that I didn't have my wallet.
- 9:45: After I pulled the car apart and called Amex, when I decided to drive back to Fort Collins, where the gas station was that I was sure was where I lost my wallet
- 10:30: Arrive at gas station. No sign of lost wallet.
- Go back to Boulder and amazingly get some sleep.
- 7am wake up - destroy the car - No sign of wallet
- 9:45am drop Kim at Denver airport. Talk to nice police officer who tells me I need to call Fort Collins police to report the wallet loss.
- 9:55 pull into airport gas station to call police. see 425 voicemail. listen to it. it's AAA telling me mr. moody found my wallet on the on-ramp by the gas station!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - "Butch" Moody gave me directions, backtracking about 45mins but WHO FUCKING CARES where we could meet on county road somethin-somethin where he presented my wallet with all the cards, money, and everything in tact.
I love Butch. I told him how thankful I was and he told me, "I have a daughter your age, and I just hope someone would do the same for her." I HOPE SO TOO. THANK YOU, BUTCH...!!!!
BUTCH. MY FAVORITE MAN IN COLORADO.
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