I was already a little disappointed in the grandson, as I blogged about in my other journal. He lost a license plate Saturday night and is still driving nonchalantly to work in the city as though it didn't matter.
This morning he couldn't find his wallet. This is the same wallet he's washed twice with his laundry since he's been staying here.
He didn't go anyplace after he got home from work last night. We tore the couch apart. He went upstairs to his bedroom, checked out pockets of the jeans he was wearing yesterday, and looked all over the bed, under it, and so forth. No wallet. Obviously he lost it someplace yesterday before getting home.
So if he gets stopped by a cop for not having a license plate, he has no driver's license to show.
It's things like this that make me wonder if the grandson should find someplace else to hang his hat. Because if he weren't here, I wouldn't know about things like this. And I wouldn't worry.