That was the case last Tuesday. By the end of the class, I already had a full stroller of purchases, two meter rulers and a bouquet of flowers. It remains only to buy bread / milk. On the way from the Music School there is a small shop of the Agrocomplex. The store is small, who went there knows - just a narrow corridor and sellers behind the counter. I take my wallet and card out of my bag, pay, and put my wallet back in my bag. Shopping in a stroller. I unpack the gingerbread, I go eat it further. I walk a hundred meters before I realize that there is no bag with me. And by the way, I bought the bag only the night before, I really didn’t have time to stop looking at it. Running back. Well, like running, I’m with a stroller, with meter rulers, flowers. In general, 3-5 minutes have passed since the exit from the store.
It didn't even occur to me to consider the people going to the meeting. I have some kind of logic - where I left it there and I'll take it. An no. The bag was not in the store. The seller, apparently from confusion, said that I was without anything at all, that is, empty-handed. How did I pay for your purchases?

I got lost a lot. There was a phone in the bag (oh, there was a good phone, a wallet with a card and two hundred rubles, and, most importantly, the keys to the house. That is, I can’t get into the house only. I didn’t turn it off. I wander around the store - I call, listen, suddenly I find it? I even thought about the seller, but this is because she reacted so strangely, they say I was without anything. Is there video surveillance in the store? Yes. But we won’t show you. Only if the police make a request.

And a woman just comes out of the store and says - I serve in the police, will you apply? Will you apply? Will. Okay, wait, wait, now I'll get to work and send you an outfit. The police station is 5 minutes walk from the store. I'm waiting.
And then my fantasy broke out .... I must say detective stories are my favorite genre. A whole picture of the crime was drawn in my head. I think they led me from the ATM where I took out cash. No, probably from the bank where I paid the receipts and checked how much money I had left on my card. No, they probably spied how I dialed the PIN code from behind and stole the card on purpose ... etc. And in the bag, since it is brand new, there was a receipt for its purchase. And I decided that the thief would want to return this bag to the store, like it didn’t fit. And the phone is not blocked! And there you can safely view the SMS, and just yesterday I sent an SMS to one friend with my full address. Aha! the criminal now has not only my loss, but also the keys to the house and the full address, but there’s no one at home, I’m standing here, waiting.
As a result, I could no longer stand and wait and went to the police myself, dialing my husband's number all the time along the way. out of range.

To be continued.