Still on the first day . . . about 4 hours into our trip. . .
As we were finally pulling into Blythe, I went to reach for my wallet to pay for more ridiculously priced gas. Then, GASP, my wallet was not there. Krissy calmly helped me look through the car but I realized soon enough it was sixty miles in the western direction from which we just traveled. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I left it in a gas station bathroom in the middle of the desert, across from the General Patton Museum. Without a word of rebuke, Krissy drove us back. Thankfully God was already taking care of us. The clerk found it! Praise God!!
1 comment:
WOWsers...that must have been frustrating! Glad Krissy was gentle and the clerk was honest! YEAH!
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