I lost my wallet today. Dang. This day, I happened to take the subway to work and then a taxi. The driver drove like mad, easily the most aggressive driver I’ve had yet. Trying to read my book was futile as I slid from one side of the backseat to the other while taking the curves. Well, good. I was in a hurry today. I had my 12.50 RMB ready but as I pulled up to the building, I noticed the meter went to 13.70. So, I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my wallet (“qian bao”) got an extra yuan, *placed my wallet on the seat next to me*, got a few coins out, handed them to the driver, thanked him, and rushed out the door in a hurry. Within two steps, I realized what had happened. Bad luck that I had the aggressive driver. He sped off. I bounded after him, running for maybe 3 blocks. I started looking in parked taxis like a crazed lunatic, some drivers shrugging their shoulders as if I was a cop and they were saying, “What’d I do?!?!” Well, of course, I didn’t find the taxi. I knew in a place like Shenzhen there was no way the wallet was ever coming back. So, I went to my office and cancelled my cards. I lost about 40-50 bucks. Ah well; I hadn’t lost a wallet in I don’t know how long. Guess I was due.