Last night I did many (okay, three) good deeds.
Josh, Shan, Ed and I went to the Queens of the Stone Age show at the PNE Forum. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t really want to go – I spent much of my day trying to find someone to use my ticket in my place. I asked half a dozen people, all of whom had other plans. Unable to find a replacement Kimli in time, I decided to just drug my headache into behaving and go anyway. We piled into the Delica and set off for musical glory.
It was a good show. I don’t really have much more to say than that – while I appreciate QotSA, I’m not head over heels about them in any way. They sounded great and played a goodly amount and I didn’t get trampled in a mosh pit, so it counts as a win for me.
As Ed had bought me an enormous Diet Coke and I have a bladder the size of a runted pea, it was inevitable that I would have to get up mid-set and make my way to the bathroom. I did just that, had my self an excellent pee, and headed back to the group. It was at that moment that I was destined to make someone’s night – I tripped over a wallet. I bent down to pick it up and immediately walked over to the first aid tent, holding out the wallet in case anyone wanted to chase after me saying HEY THAT’S MY WALLET OMG GIMMIE. No one did, so I peeked inside to see if there was a name. Robert, it seems, was in for a bad evening – I had his wallet.
After handing it in to the first aid tent, I went back to the show. I was dissatisfied, though – it wasn’t enough that I found the wallet; I wanted to reunite it with its rightful owner. But how? The show was sold out and packed full of sweaty bodies, not to mention the darkness. It seemed hopeless. I looked around for anyone who might match the face I saw on the ID, but nothing. I did some wandering and people watching, but resigned myself to never taking my discovery that one creepy step further.
But lo! Some time had passed since I found the wallet, and my eye happened to catch a security guard making his way out of the crowd with a guy in tow. I happened to overhear “.. n’ found over there”, so I did the only natural thing – I stalked the guy and watched him cross the empty side of the hall to talk to two old ladies stationed at the entrance. They shook their heads at him, and he turned to walk away. It was at this point that I decided I had nothing to lose, so I went up to him and asked “hey, are you looking for a wallet?” He was! I asked if his name was Robert. It was! I explained that I tripped over his wallet and took it to the first aid people, so we walked over there and he asked if they had it. They did! Robert was happy, I was happy, we exchanged a sticky half hug, and I was pleased that I was able to reunite the wallet with the guy who lost it. Yay! Being Nancy Drew is AWESOME!
Oh, and when we got home, the Admiral’s car light was on. I tried the door handle, and it was unlocked. At least his keys weren’t in the ignition this time – I turned off his interior light, locked the door, and shut it. I am way too good a neighbour.
Good deeds are fun!