Listening to that inner voice

When will I learn? When will I stop and listen to my inner voice when it’s practically shouting at me? When will I realise that I need to be mentally in the real world if I’m physically out in it, too?

On the tram this morning, on the way to work, I had to go three stops. I had my backpack on my back – a neat, tidy, affair that doesn’t take up room and holds nothing but my laptop. I’d put my phone in one pocket and my wallet in another. And before I left, I put 20 000 ft in cash in so that I could go to the supermarket on the way home.

When I got on the tram, I had a feeling. A niggling feeling. A feeling that I should take off by pack and carry it. But there was room. It wasn’t that crammed. Not as much as usual. The chap behind me seemed a little jittery, moving around a lot. About my age, reasonably well dressed, looked like he was on his way to work, too. But I thought he was just a little antsy. The niggle was drowned out by thoughts of the workshop I was about to deliver. So I stood, lost in my own little world. I did move towards the driver’s door though and had my back against a wall for the last two stops. But not soon enough.

When I got off the tram, a girl told me, in Hungarian, that my pack was open. I took it off and sure enough, both zips had been fully unzipped. But my phone was still there – as were my glasses. But my wallet was gone. My wallet, with three debit/credit cards, my driver’s licence, my Ikea card, my post office card, and my organ donor card.

I rang my Hungarian bank – yes, they could stop the cards. For a total of 12 500 ft – about € 38 or $41. Good to see that someone is profiting. I should have new cards in 10 days.  My Irish bank isn’t going to charge me – and as luck  would have it, they’re moving from Visa to MasterCard so there should be a new card waiting for me when I get home.

The cash is unfortunate – and yes, I could do without losing  20 000 ft this week of all weeks, but hey – it’s not the end of the world. What’s annoying me more is that my inner voice was telling me that something was wrong – and I ignored it. It told me when  I was putting my wallet into the backpack while still in my flat. It told me again as I walked to the tram. And it told me for the third time when I first got on the tram. And stupid, stupid, stupid me didn’t bloody listen.

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13 Responses

  1. This is why I put all valuables in a chest bag (also called a sling bag). Most important valuables, wallet with credit cards, money and ID, go into the zipper pocket against my chest. Less valuable items are put in the outside pockets. Larger items go into my backpack. If I get that niggling felling, I just cross one or both arms over my chest, making my most important valuables impregnable from pick pockets.

    Pick pockets go for easy targets, and a backpack is an easy target. So, never put a wallet in a backpack.

    Even a chest bag does not work if someone sticks a knife or gun in your face, in which case, just hand over the bag (I grew up in large US city, so yes, that actually happened).

      1. People do not want to get involved in crimes committed against others. Can not count on others. But also don’t blame others. Caused by other’s fear of retribution by the thief, fear of altercation and injury from the thief, fear of having to deal with the police, fear of etc. etc. etc.

        Not even your “bad” so much. Just gaining life experience. Most of us have paid that “stupidity tax” for not perfectly and ideally protecting our ascents. Simply learn from it, then move on with life. As you said, it could have been worse.

  2. So sorry about that, Mary. It’s such an intrusion – into your personal space, into your psyche. Is there anything you can do about it now, other than vow to guard against it every happening again? No. You might even treat it as your lucky day. The loss was minimal enough. Now you will be more guarded in the future and that may be enough to deflect something far more serious. Other than that, don’t give it another thought; shrug it off. Find one of your favourite songs to sing; that always works for me.

  3. So sorry to read about your bad luck, Mary. I find the hassle of getting all of the cards and documents replaced the most unnerving. It robs you of so much time and so many nerves that in the end it hurts more than the cash that’s stolen (unless you’re carrying a fortune around with you).
    But the good thing about it all is that you got confirmation that you can absolutely trust your inner voice!

  4. Roberta & I do relate to that. I had both our passports and about 700euros picked from my “secure” man purse in Spain last May. Those theft proof purses and wallets do no good if the zippers are not locked. I was focused on focusing my camera. Lesson learned. Another opportunity to count our blessings.

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