so I go back to the scene one week later. It's a Saturday, getting towards the evening. The line is really long due to the time and social distancing and as I get closer to the counter I notice that the girl I handed the passport to last week is serving. I am thinking of a strategic way to get her to serve me but everything falls into place.
After handing in a few items for purchase I ask if she remembers me from last week. I handed a British passport to you that I found on the floor.
She says, "oh that was you, he came in the next day to collect it and was so happy!"
I went through the process of what I went through to get it back to him; ringing the store, trying to contact what I thought was him, posting the generic request and then trolling through the friend list, sending a pro forma.
The main points from our discussion was conveying the fear that he had no idea when or where he had lost his passport and if he actually checked his social media at all. Imagining the notion that he was in a new country so he had adopted a new life.
Anyway, I felt that I had come full circle and the common good had prevailed.
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