Was at the grocery store yesterday in the produce section, turned around and my basket was g-o-n-e! Not a big huge deal, but there was another basket sitting there looking lonely, with some produce in it similar to, but not mine! There was nobody in the section except for me and the people who worked there. I looked down and saw a white prescription package, with a man's name on it. I went to customer service and had them page the name on the package. Eventually, this cute little old man came rolling up to the customer care counter. I asked if he was "Mr. Doe"; he says, "Yeah!" I told him that I thought he had my basket, since I had his medication. We switched everything out and, as he was walking away, he said, "Shoot! I thought I'd won something!". Actually, he did. He'd won his medication back! What a cutie!