Posted by: danielharan | June 11, 2007

Wallet stolen

I could have misplaced it, or the old man that tripped into me at the Lionel-Groulx metro station exit was a pickpocket. If it was him, he got $20 for his handiwork, while I deal with the major pain of having to get all my cards redone.

Without so much as a metro ticket, I went to my brother’s. He wasn’t there, nor was the neighbour that has a key, so I kept walking to Jonathan’s, who was kind enough to feed me. Almost any other city in the world, and I would have been in trouble.

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