Some people are just lucky.  On our walk this morning, we found someone’s wallet.  It was just north of the bf’s house.  The lucky one is Prince, the guy who lost it. Lucky because he had a student ID so we knew to call Bayside High School.  Lucky because we’re not bandits. The woman in Guidance said she knew who he was and she would give him the phone number to call to pick it up.  Five hours later, the school calls and says they will have someone come out to the house to pick it up on Monday.  What??? I understand, school policy, red tape, yada yada.  But I think it’s ridiculous to make him wait for it over a weekend.  As I drove the one block to the bf’s house, I passed RastaKid who lives on the corner.  I figured I’d go back and ask if he knows Prince and where he lives.  But RastaKid is no where to be found. I almost doubled back the half block, but decided to go around the long way instead. As I rounded the corner,  I saw a kid walking. I asked him if he knew Prince.  Of course, he IS Prince.  Earlier the bf’s spidey sense told him it might belong to a house down the street from him.  He was right.