I was in a shop trying on outfits in the changing room. Got home...only one earring. Phoned the shop and the lively lady said they were just closing but would check the changing room in the morning. Later that night I found the earring in my sleeve and resolved to call the shop first thing in the morning.
9am my phone rang. She and her husband had gone in early. Hoovered the entire shop then emptied out the hoover bag and sifted through everything with no luck.
I just couldn't bring myself to own up to having found it the night before.
I sent flowers and never went to that shop again. Too ashamed.
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