There are only a handful of situations which can make a girl like me act and act quickly. Sick child. Burning building. Any Bush up for re-election. Burning building. I came face to face with one today though not one as scary as George W. himself. I was ready to pay at our little hovel of a grocery store in town when I noticed my wallet was gone. Assuming I had lost it, I naturally called my husband to tell him it had been stolen. Method aside, this should immediately set in motion a series of calls to MasterCard and visits to the DMV. I was apoplectic. THIS I cannot handle. Literally. Just as I was talking myself back from the ledge, I played a message on my home machine, a device I use about twice a year. It was GapKids, a store I visit about twice a year, telling me I left my wallet there yesterday and it was in safe hands. I immediately hopped in my car and doubled the speed limit, something I do daily, and raced to GapKids to find my wallet with, yes, all my personal items still in tact. Luckily no one took my $3.87. Good thing I got there fast.