Lost Wallet Palpitations

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From: 	Lincoln Rd. McHenry, IL, 71222,645

To: 	FetterNet

Date: 	Sun, Oct 1, 1995, 22:03



RE: 	Lost wallet palpitations ---



Hello Robert --

        I liked your lost wallet story.



        I have a story about a lost wallet. My brother, Jeff, who was 18

took our brother, Dave, who was 14 at the time to a poker game. The poker

game was at Eddie Shutz's house. Eddie was one of my friends, but he had

come around for a long while and all my brothers knew him. When we

graduated high school Eddie didn't go to college. He worked as an iron

worker in his hometown -- St. John, Indiana. Eddie made the attic of his

mother's house into a combination bachelor pad\playroom...... bed,

refridgerator, bathroom, pool table, ping pong table, poker table. Eddie

had time, money, a "place of his own" and friends.



        Jeff had begun going over to Eddie's and getting into "high

stakes" poker games. One Friday night he let Dave come along. Dave had

just enough age (14) on him and money ($40) to be let into the game. Dave's

luck was all bad. Forty dollars down the drain. Jeff had the best ever

night of gambling in his young life. He was hot as a firecracker and he

was a BIG BIG winner. He cleaned out the whole table and was up $125.00

at the end of the game. Jeff was temporarily RICH. Pats on the back and

see you next week all around. Jeff and Dave left to drive home and Jeff

was feeling like a king. "Hey Dave, lets stop at Sauzer's Waffle House.

I'll buy you breakfast. I have lots of extra cash." Dave said, ok, but he

was pretty distraught about losing $40 (1973 dollars mind you), which was

about 100% of his liquid worth at the time.



        Over breakfast, Jeff went on and on trying to console Dave. Not

having much luck, he started preaching to Dave that he was too concerned

about money. He starts into a whole philosophical --- money comes, money

goes speech. Just don't ever get tied into making money more than it is.

It is only money!



        Time to leave and pay the bill. It was a big breakfast bill.

Probably came to $3.50 for the both of them. He left a large 75 cent tip

and they headed for the cash register to pay, Jeff reached for his

wallet. There was no wallet. His back pocket was empty. Jeff starts to

panic, "my wallet, my wallet, where is my wallet? Dave! Check the booth!"



        "Sorry Jeff, nothing here."



        "Grab that 75 cents and lets get going."



        Into the parking lot and Jeff is running to his car. Dave opens

the passenger door and before he is even all the way in, Jeff is peeling

out of the parking space. Jeff flies onto to Route 41 and starts speeding

back towards St. Johns. His forehead is wet with sweat and he's talking to

himself. "It has to be at Eddie's! It has to! There's $125 in that wallet.

Damn stoplights."



        Dave seizes the moment. "Jeff, Jeff calm down..... it's only

money! You can't let it control your life."



        "Shut up, Dave. Were talking about my money, now!"



        They get to Eddie's house and all the lights are out. He doesn't

want to wake Mrs. Shutz, so he's reduced to throwing pebbles at Eddie's

attic window. Finally Eddie hears them. He looks out and sees an agitated

Jeff. He knew what he came for. He opened the window and tossed out the

wallet with $115 dollars in it.



        "Hey Jeff. I took a $10 reward for finding your wallet!"