Just the other day I found myself in such a story.

I had a wonderful, productive Saturday. I went for a walk, went into a store, bought some little things, and then decided to stop by my favorite coffee shop. I ordered a cappuccino with cinnamon, took out my bag, opened my wallet, paid... everything as usual.

And then - panic sets in.

An hour later I go to the supermarket, put some fruit in my basket, go to the checkout... and realize that my wallet is NOT in my bag. 😳

I immediately break out in a cold sweat. My first thought - well, that's it, they stole it!

I frantically rummage through my bag, check my pockets, even shake it upside down... NO! My wallet is gone!

The scene flashes before my eyes: here I am in a coffee shop, here I put my wallet on the table, here I go out... That's it! It's been stolen!

Burning with anger (at myself, at the "robber", at fate), I rush back to the cafe. I burst inside, go up to the barista, in an almost pleading voice:

- Miss, please, I was sitting here recently, did you happen to find a wallet?

She looks at me sympathetically:

- Oh, no, nothing like that happened... Did you really check your bag?

Of course I'm sure I checked. Even too sure! But, reluctantly, I reach into my bag again.

And you know what? A couple of seconds later my hand stumbles upon... a wallet! It somehow magically slipped UNDER THE LINING! 😅

To say that I felt like a fool is to say nothing.

The barista laughs cheerfully:

— Oh, so you had it all this time! The main thing is that it was found!

And I stand there, red as a lobster, and understand that I may have just entered the TOP of the most absent-minded visitors of this cafe.😂😂

Have you ever had something like this? When you were absolutely sure of one thing, and then it turned out that everything was completely different?😏😂