tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489292.post115316605742240437..comments2023-04-29T05:34:55.749-04:00Comments on life as orieyenta: The Missing Walletorieyentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08196912567675213457noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489292.post-1154366299465882992006-07-31T13:18:00.000-04:002006-07-31T13:18:00.000-04:00I love it! Once, during the week of Purim, I was ...I love it! Once, during the week of Purim, I was living in Israel and had been celebrating a bit too hard. I left my wallet in a cab and woke up to realize that I had a flight to England in three hours and no money or credit cards. I called my boss to let him know that I would be coming in to work after all. He said, I was about to call you. Someone found your wallet in a cab and the only number you had in it was mine! He is meeting me in twenty minutes with your wallet. Seems a "frummie" had gotten in, found it, and was thrilled to find a mitzvah such as returning a lost wallet to a sad little American student working abroad! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com