I was working this morning in a coffee shop and, as usual, the place is packed. So the gentlemen in the table next to me, got up to use the restroom. He - a man I'd never met nor seen before - asked me to keep an eye on his stuff. To me, it appeared to be all of his earthly possessions, house and car keys, cell phone, reading glasses, today's newspaper, and a laptop bag.At first I was struck by the trust placed in me, since I easily could have pilfered any or all of these items. And then I began to realize that the trust was as much in me as in the community in the coffee house, that the cumulative whole would watch me watch his stuff.
At the end of the day, I think he was more worried about losing his seat than his stuff.
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