I'm impressed. It took you a maximum of 15 minutes after I left the crowded coffee shop to steal the large Hobbs bag sitting behind the leather armchair, pressed against the glass. I know it wasn't more than that because when I called and finally got through to the incredibly unhelpful coffee shop manager, she swore blind it wasn't there, and that was no more than 20 minutes since I'd left the shop, struggling through the crowds with my whiny baby, the changing bag, and my other shopping bag - luckily the one that contained the two essentials of the day, formula and tampons. It's even possible you managed to swipe the bag before I left since I can't remember seeing it when we packed up to leave the shop.
Since the shop manager was so extraordinarily unhelpful I also managed to get a friend's husband to pop down there just in case, and indeed it was gone. I couldn't go back myself, given as how I was halfway home by then, with a whiny, hungry baby, and sadly no husband at home to dispatch myself as he is off having a manly weekend in the wind and rain somewhere.
I'm not quite sure what you're going to do with the stuff. It represents my entire winter working wardrobe and cost rather a lot of money. My credit card company says it can't repay me since stealing doesn't fall under their protection plan. This seems a bit unfair, but I know better than to argue with people who don't care in a call centre- that way madness lies. I've done my best to get some recompense, and have left a fairly vitriolic message for the unhelpful lady's managing director, but that's apparently it. No new work clothes for me. Good luck with the houndstooth suit, grey trousers, silk shirt and cream cardigan. I'm fairly sure you're not going to wear them and I'm very sure you're not going to get back what I paid for them. So I guess you had a good day. And I, along with the whiny baby with a runny nose, did not.
Truly pissed off Thalia