I stand on the light. With me, on the neighboring lane, the red "Ford C-max" is equal. A thirty-year-old blonde was driving. On the hood, next to the courtyards lies a dirty wallet. I start sensitively signaling to attract her attention – zero effect. I open the window:

You have a wallet on the hood.
What is?
A wallet on the hood, I say.
OOO OOO!

He jumped out of the car, his eyes rounded even more. He grabbed him, jumped into the car and said goodbye to me from the window:

Thank you huge! I lost it a week ago, I thought it was stolen!

and leaves...