So terrible how yesterday ended. Spouse called me from the regular Friday night after work watering hole nearly in tears to tell me his bag had been stolen. After years of yearning, he finally bought a laptop two months ago. Now it's gone. Along with his wallet and all his keys including all the work keys that he was in charge of. I grilled him immediately on credit cards in his wallet and called them in stolen while he went to the police station. Poor Serge. He is gonna be so bummed all weekend. Apparently, he stepped 10 feet away from the table to smoke, claimed he was keeping an eye on his stuff, but somehow it disappeared anyway. It's eerily similar to my McDonald's theft in New York.
The only lesson I am able to glean is, keep your shit on you, as there are thieves lurking everywhere.