The Wallet

So Joe made it back safely to my apartment (and is already back to normal, engrossed in trying to fix my broken DVD player), but was in a really solemn mood when he arrived. Apparently his wallet sitting next to a payphone at Narita Airport, he left for 2 minutes to grab something from the convenience store, realized he had left his money, and *poof* the wallet was gone when he got back. There was a young couple sitting next to the phone that he is pretty sure stole it (weird vibes & they were the only ones there), but there was no way to prove it.
Luckily, his Japanese friend, Omi, was able to come and get him and lend him money (and he filed a police report). It just goes to show you can never be too careful or trustful. Japan is the one place I know of where wallets, more often than not, actually show up (contents included), but crime happens everywhere. I guess we are just lucky there was a backup this time. It's more the annoyance of having to replace everything (not to mention the actual wallet), stress and inconvenience the theft caused than anything. Hmm.