What's in your wallet today... or last week?

Upon close examination of Christi Burns' wallet it appears she is a rewards club junky neat freak. There is a driver’s license with an overly excited photo showing she is 34 years old. The driver’s license does not expire for 3 years. There is a debit card, 2 credit cards, a gas card, and 1 crisp dollar bill. Why is there only 1 dollar? There are 20 slots in the wallet for holding additional cards which are filled mostly with rewards cards of one type or another although there is also a GroupHealth card, a voter registration, and a CPR card. Most of the other cards are for airline miles, hotel points, or shoes. There is a stash of business cards showing Ms. Burns' profession as a Customer Service Manager for the state of Washington. This profession does not appear to lend itself to much travel so the travel rewards cards may be for personal use. The shoe fetish is as of yet unknown. There is 1 scrap of paper with a phone number written on it in sloppy handwriting with no name. Not sure what this means or whose number it is. An assumption could be made that Ms. Burns is fairly responsible as she's a registered voter, a CPR card holder, and has a current driver’s license. She also has a supply of business cards so she's probably been employed in her position for at least a mentionable amount of time. It also appears that this girl likes to travel and wear trendy shoes. Because of the neatly kept wallet and lack of personal items it is hard to make a judgment call about this person’s personality and identity other than what is mentioned above. I would be interested to know if the purse where this wallet is housed is as neat and tidy.

The moral of this story (and now I'm stepping out of third person) is that this wallet was purchased and switched out with the old one only the day before. Had I started this assignment last week I would have been able to comment on photos, post-it notes with funny quotes, a condom, 1 earring whose sidekick is apparently missing, and a Curious George sticker. I think this in itself tells a pretty funny story. About three times a year I try to organize my world and I happened to do this the day when this assignment was looming. Call it intuition or maybe subconsciously I was sabotaging myself, I'm not quite sure. My cleaned out wallet does not show anything about the fun, carefree person that I am. Nor does it show how important my friends and family are in my world. I still don't know whose phone number is on that slip of paper. And, as for the purse it is a complete disaster area.