Working at a casino I see the best of times, but I also see the worst in people. Last Monday my wallet was stolen, drivers license, debit cards, everything. It went missing from my work cubby, some place I'd thought was safe. With just 27$ on hand I had to pick up my father's birthday cake and get home with it, and I like fueling up about as much as I like a poke in the eye, so I'll run my poor taurus down to E before I visit a gas station, which is where I found myself. I purchased the cake from the in-house bakery, which admittedly I could have done after I'd gotten everything sorted, but at the time I didn't know how long it was going to t