Lost wallet ...

My mother once stood in the store queue. The queue progressed little by little, when my mother came to the checkout counter and the counter, then I saw in front of me someone left orphan wallet. I paid for my purchases, took the purse I found and began to look for the one who stood in line before her, and could be the master of the wallet. And then an elderly woman of about forty-five caught her eye, frantically groping in her bag and clapping her pockets. Here, apparently, and she - the same confusion, the mistress of the purse found by her mother.

Mom approached this woman and, turning to her, asked: "It's not you who lost the purse?" The woman angrily wrenched her purse from her hands without saying even a trivial "thank you" and in no way thanking. She opened her wallet and nervously counted the money. Apparently, recently had a salary, so the purse was pretty plump. Then this lady, making sure that all the money in place, put the purse in her bag and went to the exit. My mother even regretted at that moment that she had regained the loss. What rudeness! She is returned to her purse, she also looks at the beast. I would at least thank you for the sake of decency.

A week later my mother had a nuisance. In a crowded bus at the rush hour, she pulled out her purse straight from the inside pocket of her coat. Some kind of circulation of wallets in nature. You returned a purse to someone - you got yours. Either karma, or just a trivial coincidence.