I have a shameful story to share. It's shameful because I pride myself on being financially responsible...and passing on tips of financial responsibility to you readers.

About a month ago, while standing at the Younkers  counter about to purchase some new dress shoes  (on clearance, of course), I noticed an important piece of plastic was missing from my wallet. My debit card was nowhere to be found! I sifted through all my "frequent patron" cards and each pocket, but the card wasn't there. So, I handed an alternate method of payment to the cashier (who was quite patient with me given the circumstances) and started to freak out a little.

I retraced my steps and realized the last time I'd used my debit card was to purchase petrol  and a car wash several days earlier.

The steps went like this: Grabbed the card, swiped it, and started pumping the gas. Car wash? Pressed yes. Hopped in the car and set my card on the passenger seat (first mistake). Drove to the car wash entry and entered my code. Looked at the card on the passenger seat and thought "I should put that away before I lose it." (Famous last words.) This is when my memory trail went cold. Did I follow through? I couldn't recall.

So the next day, after searching my car, house, and person up and down to no avail, I relented and called to cancel my card and request a new one.

Even though I'm full of shame, I still have three quick tips related to my situation (please don't take them with a grain of salt!):

• Keep a handy list of contact information for all your financial service providers

• Know how to protect yourself  if your card is lost or stolen

• Take precautions to avoid identity theft

Since I had performed such a thorough search for the lost card, I was sure I could've been susceptible to identity theft. I imagined my poor card lying in the middle of the road, just waiting to be snatched up.

Turns out I had no reason to worry: Just last week I found my old debit card in a pair of pants I rarely wear. Fantastic. My card really needed a stunt double!

Anyone out there have a shameful story of your own that turned out better or worse than mine?