Look at this. Some silly person left their purse in my restaurant. Was in such a hurry that they left the damn thing under their chair and left for the evening. Rooting through the contents now, looking for a phone number. 350$ 5 credit cards 2 social insurance cards 2 Health inusrance cards Bank pin numbers Email accounts and logins Drivers license A pair of keys to what looks like every -blam!-ing thing under the sun Gum and shit More purse shit If I were an asshole I could do so much damn dammicky shit with this. Still no phone number. All these -blam!-ing pieces of paper and no number. Might have to use drivers license address. God dammit. I may as well ship this damn thing back to them wrapped up as a -blam!-ing christmas present through the mail. PEOPLE. DON'T LEAVE YOUR SHIT LYING AROUND.