The most responsible person in this house lost the most important documents I possess. My good brother misplaced his wallet, which happens to contain my green card, my ssn and Texas license. How are we supposed to go out now? I never dreamt of being suspected as an illegal alien, please!
It sucked even more that this had to happen on a weekend.
And no, there's more! The worst thing about it was that, I got half of the blame for it which is totally baloney. I know, it's totally uncharacteristic of him to lose something as important as that, fine, let's give him a break. But don't castigate me! I clearly had nothing to do with it. It's been with him for the longest time too. The reason I asked to him carry my stuff to begin with, was that he's the more responsible one out of the two of us, and I cordially admit to that. And who would have thought he would be careless in his lifetime? Hence, my befuddled and alarmed reaction to the incident, much more, to the backfire.
Why do I get some nagging, you ask? Well, because I've long ago ditched carrying a purse with me, which is anything but parenthetically relevant to the primary issue. Makes sense.