You're at the register, the line behind you is growing, and your hand pats an empty back pocket. Then the other pocket. Then the jacket.
Your stomach drops before your brain catches up. Or it's the airport carousel, and every black suitcase looks like yours until it isn't.
Most of the time the wallet turns up on the car seat and the bag comes out last. But those ten minutes of panic are exactly why so many people now carry a tracker. The question is which kind actually fits the things you're most afraid to lose.








