So V went to the DMV on Saturday and as I was helping him arrange his papers on Sunday I noticed some strange woman's passport clipped together with his. We both panicked. Apparently the DMV (geniuses that they are) gave him an extra passport and this poor girl was missing hers.
Upon further investigation, we read she is on an H4 visa and V recalled seeing her on the line ahead of him -- a beautiful woman with her young husband and toddler child. What could we do? If we returned it to the DMV, she wouldn't have a prayer in hell getting it back (geniuses that they are).
As there is no address and phone number in the passport (why is that, by the way?), I resorted to technology to assist me. Google, Facebook, MySpace and LinkedIn all failed me! What to do now? A ha! The visa inside had a sponsor's name and address -- most likely her husband. Google Maps informed me that she lives about 25 miles away.
What choice did we have? We piled into the car, hooked up the GPS and went on our way, proud of ourselves for being good samaritans and fantasizing that she would reward us with a home-cooked dinner (yeah, right!).
So we finally arrive in this picturesque suburbia in the middle of no-where and ........ NOBODY'S HOME! We approach a neighbor who apparently knows the couple very well. She told us her neighbor was indeed missing her passport and went to the DMV the day before to get her license. She also had a phone number. So, we called and left a message that we found her passport and were entrusting the document to her friendly neighbor.
Starving on our way back, we attempted to find an open restaurant around (no such luck) and on top of that God decides to thank us by giving us a heavy downpour which caused us to get lost and soaked with no other dinner option but IHOP. All's well that end's well, I suppose.
The next morning I get the sweetest call from the woman's husband thanking me profusely and regaling me with various stories of his wife and him blaming each other for the missing passport while they frantically searched for it in every crevice of the house and car. The sound of his relieved voice was thanks enough. No home-cooked dinner necessary.
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Very proud of you! What goes around comes around, may not be between the same people.