So I’ve been at AX since Thurs., and what do I do the moment I get into the LA Convention Center?
Lose my wallet.
Oh yeah, baby.
After phreaking out and abandoning Ed Chavez – who yelled a kindly and encouraging “good luck!” as I leapt up the stairs – I rushed straight to con-ops where my wallet was promptly returned to me.
How many times has my wallet been stolen in NY and never recovered? Quite a few.
Con-ops handed it over to me with my ID, my Amex card, my ATM card, over $200 cash – everything in tact.
“This is the 15th wallet I’ve returned today,” the man at con-ops told me. “Not one dollar missing.”
Wallets were turned into lost and found, $1500 cameras, etc.
“Gotta love those anime kids.” Another man said as I jumped up to high-five him.
Got to, got to, got to, indeed