Anyway, when we first arrived, I checked my coat, and I was given a small tag with a number on it so that I could get my coat back. I put the card in my shirt pocket.
I also keep my phone in my shirt pocket, and I made sure not to knock the card out every time I took my phone in and out of my pocket. (For some reason I was being very careful about this card because I didn't want to look stupid in front of my managers.)
Anyway, the meal ends, we get up to leave. I get to the coat check, and I reach into my shirt pocket to fish out the card, and it's gone!! I'm baffled because I knew for a fact that it was in my pocket, and that I had not knocked it out.
So where the hell did it go? I couldn't figure it out, and I'm holding up the coat check line with this dumb WTF expression on my face. I was so baffled.
Luckily, I had remembered the ticket number, so I told the guy and he gave me my coat anyway. (Nice guy!) So I did get my coat back, but I was so confused about the ticket's disappearance.
So now it's Sunday morning, and I happened to be playing with my phone. By chance, I took off the rubber cover, and lo and behold, the damn ticket is inside!! At first, I just caught a glimpse of the corner of it, but I immediately realized what it was. I felt like Charlie Bucket discovering the Golden ticket inside his candy bar, except in this case it was David Stiebel discovering a coat check ticket inside his Blackberry phone.
This is where I found the ticket. Lucky #59.
Now I just have to decide how much effort I will put into returning the ticket to the restaurant. I think it will be a little awkward to walk in one afternoon and tell the head waiter, "O, I'm not here to eat. I'm just returning this little coat check ticket that I accidentally stole from you a few weeks ago."
I know the restaurant probably doesn't care about me returning this thing, but I want to make sure I don't have to atone for this on Yom Kippur.
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