A few nights ago, I was walking the 2/3 of a mile to the train. Below the curb laying on Adams Street by LaSalle Street was something that looked like a credit card. I picked it up and it was an employee ID. The company was The Human Resources Services Group, and proclaimed that I had some of their property by holding on to her ID.
I want her to have her card back. I googled the above company but the results were not helpful. I guess the thing to do now is Google "Karen Knudsen." Wish me luck finding her. & if you know her please let her know I have her ID and would be happy to give it back. I feel bad for her, b/c I know what it's like to lose something important and all the inconvenience associated with replacing the possession lost. I remember one time I was carrying $200. Now, that was a very, very rare event. I usually carry a sum of $20 or less. Carrying $200 was an event that happens .000001% of the time. I'm not exaggerating that much. I made the mistake of wearing a fall jacket with shallow pockets in it. I was pick pocketed and gone was the $200. My wife understandably raised some hell and even cried about it because obviously to a struggling family, $200 is a lot of money.
& Karen, if we don't meet, and I can't give your ID back, I keenly feel your pain.
