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It was my daughter's turn Monday to bring morning snacks to class, which is to say it was my turn to run to Target and get something appropriate (no chocolate, no peanut) and delivered to class on time. Arms loaded with juice boxes and granola bars, I walked to my truck and slung them inside, not noticing that my wallet slipped out of my hands in the process.

Snack goodies delivered, I drove home, walked into the house, tossed down my keys on the table and then wondered why I hadn't also tossed down my wallet. I went back out to the truck to fetch it. Not there. You can imagine the next couple of hours: frantic searches, retracing of steps, curse words, followed by calls to various banks to begin credit-card cancellation.

I had just canceled my third card when I got a call from "Verizon Rob" on my cell phone. He's the guy who sold me our phones a few months back. Great, I think, he's trying to sell me on a new plan.

John, he says, "I'm calling to let you know that Miller Vison across from the Target on Lawndale has your wallet." Then the phone, already on low battery, goes dead.

So off I go to Miller Vision to figure this out. I walk in. "You look familiar," says the receptionist of a business I've never stepped into. "You look like your driver's license." How unkind. And yet, how joyous to be reunited with my 9-year-old wallet, fully intact.

Apparently, she says, a UPS driver found the wallet blowing across the Target parking lot (remember how windy it was Monday) and took it to his next stop: Miller Vision. Together, they found the one local phone number in the wallet: Verizon Rob.

So, to Verizon Rob and the unnamed UPS driver, thank you for your effort and honesty.