A Lost Wallet at the Bus Stop

Mr. Sato is a retired man. On Saturday morning, he goes to the market to buy vegetables and fish. He pays, puts his change in his wallet, and walks to the bus stop. At the stop, he looks for his bus card, but his wallet is not in his pocket. He feels nervous. He checks his bag and his coat again. A young delivery worker is waiting near him. "Are you okay?" the worker asks. "I can’t find my wallet," Mr. Sato says. "It has my card and my ID." Mr. Sato thinks back and remembers the last shop. He decides to return quickly. The market is crowded, and he walks carefully through the people. At the fish stall, he sees the cashier. "Excuse me," he says, "did someone find a wallet?" The cashier looks under the counter. "Yes," she says. "A woman brought it to us. What is your name?" Mr. Sato shows his ID card from his phone photo. The cashier checks it and gives him the wallet. Everything is still inside. Mr. Sato feels relieved. Before he leaves, he writes a short note with his phone number. "If you ever lose something, please call me," he tells the cashier. "I want to help too." On the way home, he catches the next bus. He holds his wallet tightly and smiles at the busy street.