I fumbled for my wallet in
the black cab. The driver waited impatiently until I asked him to turn the engine
off as I was having trouble. Finally, I exclaimed that I had lost my wallet. Either
take my one pound coin or accept a personal cheque for the fare.
1 am. I'm tired. What should I do? Who could I call at this late hour? Did I leave
it on the train? Did I leave it in the Persian restaurant? In the office?
picked up the phone in a panic. The beeping noise indicated there was a message
for me. It was from the security guard at London Business School. Apparently,
someone had found my wallet. I couldn't believe my luck. I called and thanked
the officer for not only bothering to locate my phone number but also to call
me so that I wouldn't have to worry.
Imagine what would have happened?
I would have cancelled all my credit cards - and not slept for hours.
you, Steve, for going beyond your call of duty to save a damsel in distress.
May 2001 London