Years ago when I was waitressing, a man sat in a booth in my section with a large brown bag. He studied the menu and I took his order. He then got up with the bag and went into the bathroom.
His food came up and when I carried it to the table, he still was not back. I set down his order and waited on other customers. I then checked my tables for coffee refills etc., and there was a woman sitting in his spot eating the food. The brown bag next to her. 
When I worked night shift, I was shopping at Wal-mart one time at 2AM. After we had bought our groceries and on the way back to my car in the parking lot, I spotted a purse lying on the ground. I picked it up and dug amongst the foundation, lipstick and other assundry items to find the billfold, hoping to find an address.
The first thing I came across was a 'Wicked Witch of the West' identification card. Digging deeper, I came across a driver's license. It was for a man, and judging by the picture, a man who was very upset that he had been forced to take off his wig at the DMV for his photograph, as he was still wearing makeup, lipstick, and earrings, and a very sour expression on his face.
That was all I needed to see. I closed the billfold, chucked it back into the purse, and took it to the service desk. I told them, "Here, I found this in the parking lot. Good luck.", and went and washed my hands.
