We went to dinner last night. I walked over from a meeting, and he drove straight from the airport. After, we loaded up in a cab with his luggage and drove home. We were hving a phone conversation with someone, got out of the cab, and forgot everything. 2 years of research. Pass port. My garmin. Custom gear for his hobby.
No receipt. No way to track the cab. We were up all night and most of the day talking to police and trying to figure out what we needed to replace.
I gave it to the universe. I visulaized my phone ringing at 3 a.m. and how happy I'd be. Nothing. Then, at 4:32 p.m., the doorman called: Rajinder Singh had come back with everything.
It's all there. We gave him some money, and hugged him, and now we're sitting around and drinking beer.
Some days, New York City isn't so bad.
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