SFist interviewee twice over Julia Wertz is in a pickle: apparently, some guy asked her to watch his laptop for 5 minutes and has been gone more than an hour. Julia's wrapping up her work, but the dude is nowhere to be seen.

We'd like to report that this has happened to us, but we've come to accept that we don't have the kind of face that inspires confidence. And we never leave our shit sitting there with a stranger, because, duh, stranger.

What about you -- do you Ritual-based Bedouins rely on the kindness of strangers? What would you do if someone left their stuff and didn't come back? (The pawn shop springs to mind, yet another reason folks are probably wise not to place that burden on us in the first place.)