Left on the roof!
Last week one of the local radio stations talked about leaving things on the roofs of cars.
One time I left my gym bag on the roof of my mama-mobile (Chrysler mini wagon with real wood vinyl siding). I drove out of my apartment complex. I lived on a divided highway so I had to head away from where I was going, u-turn and go back.
As I was gaining speed I heard it. That sound. The thump. And the realization of what had occurred. Since it was a divided highway, there was no easy return to the scene of the crime. The bag contained my favorite yellow walkman, and some great workout clothes. When I finally circled around the bag was gone. Not squished, nothing splintered all around the ground. So where did it go? It was the day before my birthday. Sigh.
That night I got a good friend to come over and we made signs asking for the finder of my bag to please call so I could get it back. And lucky me! They did call and I did get my bag back with all my lovelies tucked inside!
I was very lucky!