In a similar “cool story bro”, I left my wallet and phone on top of my car last Saturday, then drove off to drop my son off before biking (I know…).
Realised what I’d done, retraced my steps – no sign.
Went home, resigned to cancelling cards etc, to find a voicemail on my house phone from a cyclist who’d found it all. Called him back, arranged to meet, and had it all back in my ham-fisted, careless mitts by 11 o’clock.
He wouldn’t even let me buy him a coffee to say thanks. (Many, many thanks, Gareth).
Top people still populate the planet, largely. Worth remembering, I reckon