A year or so later, I'd left my wallet there, and I didn't get it back for a longer time. This was because the owner had had a stroke that same night and no one knew he'd found it, let alone where he'd put it.
He was back in a few weeks, though, his right arm dangling.
I went to the store today because it's Wednesday, and the gates were partially down and the door was locked. The guys sitting next door told me the owner had had another stroke.
"Oh, no! A second one?"
Tomorrow, I'm going to call the store and find out how he is, if it's even open.