I don't know who you are, but thank you
I owe someone a very big thank you, but I don't know who you are.
This past weekend I purchased my groceries at Sonoma Market. When I arrived home, I took the grocery bags out of the car and looked for my purse. It wasn't there. That is one of the scariest things that can happen. My credit cards, checkbook, cash, etc are in that purse.
I quickly ran into the house and called the market. Some kind soul had retrieved it from the basket and turned it in to one of the checkers.
I thank you so very much for your integrity; you literally saved my life. Just one more reason to say, "Gee, I'm glad I live in Sonoma."