The young man kept thanking me for returning his computer. I feel lucky he didn't call the cops on me.

Tami - you owe me big time. AND your Micca privileges are revoked. Apparently the three of you need a keeper. The world is upside down - I am now the voice of reason. SIGH!

I could accept a luggage mix up at the bus terminal but picking up the kid's laptop at the Crooked Mile - something is very wrong there. Although I can see the three of you all babbling at once. You over poison ivy, Micca over wine. And Jacqui over the lack of proper tea. Just imagine if he had caught you on the way out the door with the laptop...

Bryn, I feel the same way about jewelry. Most of mine was stolen. If it were ever returned I wouldn't want it. Jewelry, like instruments, take on a part of the user. Plus I put a curse on all of it.