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Life in Seattle is not all roses, that's for sure. Apart from the usual crime and grime of city dwelling, there was that story about the guy who was fatally wounded while tending to a local traffic circle--news that really got under our tough city-skin--and there's been an unsettling rash of burglaries in the CD. Maybe we just read too much local news, but Seattlest was really starting to feel paranoid and unhappy with our neighbors.
Come to think of it, Seattlest doesn't even know the names of our neighbors, with the exception of our benevolent landlord who lives right next door. That's why when we received a voicemail last night from one of said Capitol Hill neighbors, we were immediately concerned. A friendly but unfamiliar male voice was on the line: "I, uh, found a bunch of your credit cards and ID on the street. I'm heading over to your house now."
WHAT?!
What happened, after the jump.
By the time adrenaline heightened our groggy senses to the point where we could coherently think to call him back, he had already dropped off our wallet contents in the mailbox and went on his angelic way. "Matt" had found everything that had previously been in our wallet, minus some $7 in cash, on Broadway (!!!) a few minutes before. We hadn't even been on Broadway that day and must have dropped the wallet on our front steps. Five minutes online and we knew no one had used our cards, though we set up alerts anyway.
We are grateful to you, kind semi-anonymous neighbor, and we hope your good deed comes back to you ten-fold. In a week of horrifying and depressing neighborhood news, you reminded us that people can and do still choose the high road, again and again, in small but thoughtful ways. Your kindness, and that of others, is what keeps this crazy (and often dark) world from folding in on itself.
And with that, a plea from Seattlest to Seattle: be considerate to your neighbors! They might just find your credit cards on Broadway someday.
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I'm sorry I stole your $7, Katelyn, but I needed a fix.
has anybody seen my driver's license?
I think I saw that Id today. Washington state drivers license under the name "Seattlest" with the last name scratched out.
Your wallet ran off to Broadway? Thank goodness the circus wasn't in town, or you never would have found it.
That's awesome that someone returned everything after finding it.
Too bad I can't say the word "Neighbors" without thinking of the dance club, which was the setting for one of the weirdest nights of my LIFE.