I bought my son a very expensive leather jacket several years ago when he lived in Manhattan. he went out one night and went to the restroom with his jacket left on the chair he was sitiing on. When he got back, it was gone. He couldn't even talk about it because he was so upset. I mentioned to him he should go back to the place and see if someone turned it in.
He did but no luck. Lesson learned.
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"It doesn't cost "nuttin", to be nice".  MOM
I just want to do the right thing! Uncle Joe, (my hero).
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