Bad luck

You know that saying that "Bad luck happens in threes"?  It might be bad luck or it might be simple stupidity, but we've had our three so I'm hoping that's the end of it.

1. Our apartment is on the 5th floor and the stairwell is pitch black. (We didn't find the light switch for a couple of days so that was fun.) Rik lost his bank card on Day 1.  But.  He found it on the stairwell steps the next day because it's so dark nobody found it.  Come to think of it that might've been good luck.
2. Yesterday we left the apartment to join a "Greek Food Tour".  As soon as the door closed and locked, he said "Does anyone have the keys?"  Hmm.  Nope. So we had to contact the owner in Poland en route and come to a solution. His dad was in town with a spare key. Phew.  So, Rik missed 45mins of the tour but, we got the door open and the keys back.
3. This morning we packed a bag as we were joining a 2-day tour to Meteora. I couldn't find my credit card.  I tore everything apart but nothing.  I checked the stairwell.  No such luck.  So, on the tour bus I called the 800 number for "Lost and Stolen cards" and cancelled my credit card. Then, my spidey senses were going off like crazy.  I looked up a new number and called back. They said there was no record of a call.  😬   So I cancelled it for reals and now I am at the back on the bus, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down, and not worry about the fact that I gave some rando all my personal identifying information.  If anyone knows of a quick way to put the world on alert to a stolen identity, (Or wants to call me a dumb-ass) feel free to comment.

-Ruth