This once happened to me when I was about eighteen. My phone was out of order and I went to a phone booth at the bottom of the road. I left the phone booth and within seconds I realized I had left my bag on the shelf. Although the bag was only left there for about two minutes max, when I went back it was gone! I will never forget that violated feeling. The bag wasn't a designer one, but I loved it. It was a black leather, vertical, super-cool wristlet I'd bought from a expensive store. Although I don't think it was a 'name' bag, it was expensive to me as a student (many years ago) Luckily I had just enough money in my pocket to pay for a bus into town!