Renewed faith in the human race

My shirt hanging behind the door

Yesterday I went jogging, after changing from my office attire to my jogging suite at a rest room in a petrol station. After jogging, I went home. It was only then that I realised I have left my shirt at the rest room. Too late to go back, I said to myself, tomorrow I'll go back to look for it.
Today on the way back from office, I went back to the same rest room hoping against hope that I can get my shirt back. To my surprise....voila! it was there exactly as I have left it yesterday. When I told my wife the story, she said.... of course...who would want to take your old shirt!