From the what goes around comes around department:

I found a wallet at Otakon (if you don’t know don’t ask) last weekend. It had someone’s entire life in it. I had a name and an address to go on from the ID, and when I looked up the person’s name I found a phone number, only to discover it was no longer in service when I tried to call.

Summoning the powers of the google, I discovered this person has a profile set up on a social networking site for gamers and anime dorks. Sending a message through there was my last hope since I wasn’t about to make an in-person delivery, especially without the wallet owner expecting me. The address is in a less than savory area, and with my luck I would have shown up on Baltimore John Watch as a troll for whores if I drove blindly around there. I figure whoever maintains that page just assumes what the motives are of unfamiliar looking white guys alone in cars down there. And I guess driving around looking to return a wallet would sound like a pretty lame ass excuse to be there.

Anyway, tonight I got a phone call. The wallet owner finally saw my message on the gamer site. We’ve made arrangements and I’ll get the wallet back to its rightful owner on Saturday.

The kicker to the whole thing is this: the person who lost a wallet this year found a wallet at last year’s Otakon. It was held on to for a while until the wallet’s rightful owner could be found. Then the wallet was given back to its owner, with everything intact. This year their wallet was lost and it’s coming back with everything intact.

So if I lose my wallet next year someone better hook this brother up. That’s all I’m saying.