I discovered I’m a bit of a bigot.
Last Friday, 10 minutes before meeting my friend Rene for dinner, I realized I’d lost my wallet. @#$%!
Where could I have left the damn thing?
What is wrong with me for not zipping my purse?
How long will it take to replace a Korean visa?
Are banks in Korea even open right now, if I have to cancel my bank card?
Why am I carrying all of my credit cards in one place?
Insert more self-flogging and worry.
Here’s where the bigotry begins.
There were two places the wallet could be but one place I wanted it to be.
I crossed my fingers I’d left the wallet at my tenants’ home where I’d visited earlier in the day. This family calls themselves “the faith family” and every third word out of the mother’s mouth is “Lord” or “Jesus”.
If I’d left my wallet there, cool.
Well, my wallet wasn’t there. This left Walgreens where I’d stopped earlier in the day. This Walgreens sees plenty of traffic on a busy street in Durham. No chance my wallet would be found at any story anywhere in Durham.
On the drive to the drugstore, I thought about forgetting my wallet last winter in the school cafeteria in Seoul. Someone turned the wallet into the cafeteria office the next day, and I drew some conclusions about the ethics of Koreans vs. Americans.
When I walked into Walgreens, the cashier looked at me with recognition.
Whew. The cashier was a petite, bespectacled Indian woman, and I thought, if she found my wallet, there’s nothing to worry about.
I thanked her profusely, and she told me she didn’t find my wallet.
A customer found my wallet in front of the mascara display and turned it in.
I am ashamed of myself.
Clearly, I have a lot of work to do about being judgmental.