Once I had my bag stolen. It was during the university years, when my groupmates and I decided to visit a bar near the university. We chose the seats at the bar counter, the only place to keep our bags was a wide windowsill nearby. So, the bags and outerwear were thrown on the pile there. To my misfortune, my bag appeared on the top as I understood later. It was stolen with all the content. Unfortunately, my new iPod, a gift from my parents, had been held in it as well. I had owned it for couple of days only. But luckily I had my phone with me at the counter so I had my feelings changed from sadness to joy.