I was so, so grateful and raced to Portillo's to pick up my wallet before anything happened to it. Much to my surprise, the manager said he had one question for me.
"What church do you belong to?"
At first I looked at him blankly, wondering why in the world he was asking me about my church of all things. Not asking my address, or about what cards might be in my wallet to prove it was mine.
But I realized he must have really gone through my wallet, because my temple recommend card with the church's name is tucked behind my driver's license.
"The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints," I said.
The manager smiled and handed me the wallet.
Note to self - put my phone number inside my wallet in case I lose it again...