A friend told me somehow about his long-time trip to Greece (some sort of "shub-tour", if anyone else remembers what it is).
They had such a girl in the Russian group, who was driven by the bus on all kinds of excursions (as well as in the shoe factories). This Lubasha remembered the whole tourist group on the first tour, when half an hour after its completion it turned out that the girl had forgotten her wallet, haircut and dark glasses there. Glasses and glasses are a profitable business, but a wallet with all the savings taken on a trip is a serious business. The tour guide told the driver a few words in Greek, and the bus returned for the lost one. The wallet was quickly found (along with the money), and the group arrived for dinner at the hotel only an hour later than planned. Some of them, of course, threw shaky eyes at Lubash, but no one was especially angry.

The next day, Lubasha discovered that at the place of the next trip she left her passport, while the disappearance was found only an hour after leaving the shoe factory. After a brief meeting of the tour guide, the group and the driver (the most reticent participants of the trip proposed to disembark Lubasha in the nearest town, so that Lubasha would get back to the factory and then to the hotel by taxi at their own expense) it was still decided to travel with Lubasha back for her passport and bring her passport and her back to the hotel. The driver showed wonders of heroism and the group arrived only 2 hours after the beginning of the dinner, some food was still left. But here the people, of course, have already risen.

In all subsequent trips, Lubash was accompanied by 2-3 specially allocated participants of the group, who asked her every 15 minutes: "Lubash, did you not forget here passport, wallet, money, glasses, umbrella, something else?"
Punzova replied from embarrassment: “No, no, no, I have forgotten nothing...”
Only after that the "responsible for Love" gave a tint: "Everyone, we can go on!"

With this control, Lubasha stumbled not to lose anything for as long as four days. The people (including the "responsible") slowly began to relax and enjoy Greece.
Then came the last day of the trip. Flight to Moscow tomorrow morning. The group goes out the same bus in the morning to some rather distant monastery, they spend a whole day there, then go back, in the evening, the sun clings to the horizon, the bus moves gently along the mountain roads, the people sleep, another half an hour - and everyone will return to the hotel, the tired and weary people will rush to dinner. In front of the musaka, dolomides, uzo, metaxis - everything you want.
Then he climbed up from the place and cried out loudly, “O Lord!”
Hearing her loud voice, the bus driver brakes sharply. The sleeping tourists wake up from sharp braking, all jump on their seats, turning to Lubash and expecting, of course, the worst: "Well what else?!"
Lubasha, all reddened from the public attention, in the sudden silence timidly points his hand to the landscape behind the window, where the bitter sun goes down over the high mountains: "Look, the beauty is something!"