Of course in my case it was thirty years. Glad I decided to take it apart with a pocket knife before I threw it out. Thus I found my long lost Social Security Card, along with other lost items, concealed amongst the crushed and sealed folds. When I told my Bride that I was getting a new wallet, she was as shocked as if I had told her I was trading in one of the kids.
The Shock of Recognition
- Donald R. McClarey
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
My current model is 16 years old and going strong. 😂
I was forced to get a new one five years ago after about fifteen years with the previous. It was a Christmas gift from my wife so I had to trade out.
What is it with blokes and old wallets? I would happily trade in for a new handbag every week if it was possible. 😂
It’s like an old friend Ezabelle that we sit on most of our waking hours!
*When I told my Bride that I was getting a new wallet, she was as shocked as if I had told her I was trading in one of the kids*
That’s funny.
My right hip and my old wallet are at odds with each other, especially while driving. My guess is the wallet will get much smaller as my hip is “serviced.”
Oh the Joy of it all. 🤗
About 35 years ago, I got two wallets on consecutive Christmases. I moved to the first one after about 5 years, and I’ve been with it since. I can’t replace it until I find the other one. Eh, it’s got a few years left in it anyway.
here’s a 94 year old being contemporary: I’ve put the old wallets (one for money and paper cards, the other for driver’s license and credit cards) in the drawer and am using my iphone xs case (given to me by my daughter) for a wallet, including bills and all required cards. I carry it in a pants pocket (cargo pocket if available). sigh..I miss the old guys.
My younger son asked me to take his wallet to be stitched and buffed at the local cobbler The leather was very dark. On examination we could see the outline of a kiwi. Which meant the wallet was from a 1974 trip to New Zealand. My dad and I had grabbed a hops to and from. My son was thrilled it was from his grandfather.
My husband uses a leather day timer wallet. He insists on using a gel pen so all his trouser back pockets have ink marks that are permanent.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKNUKQVHUf8
George: Hey, look at this. This is the same massage chair we’re gettin’ for Joe Mayo, $60 cheaper.
Jerry: Except the store’s in Delaware.
George: I’ll have ’em overnight it.
Jerry: Maybe cheapness is a sense. You know it is better without this big wallet. It’s more comfortable.
George: It doesn’t matter if it’s more comfortable. It’s wrong.
Jerry: Why?
(George pulling out his wallet.)
George: Because important things go in a case. You got a skull for your brain, a plastic sleeve for your comb, and a wallet for your money.
(Jerry holding up a hamburger while holding George’s wallet.)
Jerry: But look at this thing. It’s-it’s huge. You got more cow here than here.
George: I need everything in there.
Jerry looking through George’s wallet
Jerry: Irish money?
George: I might go there.
Jerry: Show this card at any participating Orlando-area Exxon station…to get your free ‘Save the Tiger’ poster.
George grabbing back his wallet.
George: All right, just gimme that. And gimme some of those Sweet & Lows.
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(George, taking out his wallet to pay the check.)
George: Well, I’m satisfied. Uh…my back is…killing me.
Jerry: Of course. Because of that wallet. You-you got a filing cabinet under half of your ass.
(George replacing his wallet in his pocket.)
George: This…is an organizer, a secretary, and a friend.
Elaine: Look at you. You’re on a slant.
George: Here, just give me a couple of napkins.
(He pulls some napkins out of the dispenser, puts them in his other back pocket, and becomes un-slanted)
George: There, there I’m fine.
(Suddenly, half of George’s body falls with a crunch sound, as he becomes slanty the other way now)
Jerry: What was that?
George: I think I had some hard candy in there.
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George: Oh, so now I have to buy this whole chair by myself?
Jerry: No, you don’t have to buy anything.
George: I already bought it! I’ve been lyin’ to you for three days, and now you’re all screwin’ me!
Jerry: I don’t understand. Why didn’t you tell us you had it?
George: I needed it! My back is… a little tweaked.
Jerry: Because of your giant wallet. Just get rid of it!
George: Never! It is a part of me. I will just return the chair, and it will be easy, because the receipt is in my good friend.
Jerry: Your good friend is morbidly obese.
George: Well, at least, I’m not carrying a purse.
Jerry: It’s not a purse. It’s European!