Who doesn’t love a feelgood story? On the rare occasion that I sit down to watch a movie, I’ll admit it. I like a happy ending. I like it when the boy gets the girl and everything just magically works out.
Wouldn’t it be nice if life magically worked out every once in a while? Well, today, it did for me.
I’ve been out of town all week. I’ve been driving all over Maryland and getting lost somewhere between Baltimore and Washington. I’m trying to find the perfect place to live.
It turns out, and quite unbeknownst to me prior to this trip, that my husband and I have very different views on where to live.
He seems drawn to the country where he’s close enough to civilization but still needs a tractor to cut the grass.
I’m drawn to the suburbs. I don’t need acres or a towering mansion. I want a quaint modern house with beautiful trees that’s close to shopping.
And then there’s price.
So before we really get into the nitty gritty of house hunting, we’re really just trying to find an area we like. An area we can research and get opinions on and google our hearts out about. This explains the driving.
Bel Air has a totally cute downtown and a kickass playground nearby. And I could make Fresh Prince jokes all the time.
Glen Burnie is pretty industrial and we didn’t want to live right next to a power plant.
Westminster is a half hour away from Baltimore but it feels like a 3 hour drive into the country. It also seems like every house is built in the middle of a field.
Mt. Airy is a little like Westminster but a little closer to civilization. And then there would be the incessant references to The Andy Griffith Show.
So we are still completely undecided but what I can tell you is that small town goodness still exists.
As we were readying ourselves to leave Baltimore and head back to North Carolina, I decided to look in my big giant purse. Not sure why but I’m glad I did. I found out my wallet was missing.
I never lose my wallet so I was desperately trying to retrace my steps. I looked through every square inch of my car and my sister’s house. I checked and rechecked my bag. And then I remembered the last time I used my wallet.
I stopped for ice cream at a Mt. Airy convenience store the day before. Could I have left it there? I found a crumpled receipt from the transaction in my car and tried calling them.
I asked the girl who answered the phone if it might be remotely possible that someone had left a wallet there the day before. She answered yes but the she needed the manager to call me back.
Soon?, I asked. Yes, soon.
About 5 minutes later, I got a call from the store manager. She explained that one of her employees had found it and given it to her.
She had called information to try and contact me and found out my home number is unlisted. She called the Raleigh police who suggested she contact her local police. Her local police suggested she hang onto it for a few days. Apparently, if they took possession, I’d have to jump through hoops to get it back.
She still had it and assured me everything was still in it including my cash and credit cards. She told me she was having dinner at her mother’s but lived in Mt. Airy and was only 5 minutes from the store. She said she would run over and drop it at the store.
About an hour later, I arrived at the store and there was my wallet. One of the clerks was the manager’s son. I thanked them profusely and then went to offer them some sort of cash reward. They flatly refused.
We talked about the area and they assured me it was a nice place to live. I can’t say if I’ll end up in Mt. Airy but I can tell you that I’ll always send my business to the Ridgeville Gas & Go.
You people rock!!