Why I was at the bakery when the doors opened on my day off

The story begins yesterday. I had spent the day with the other assistants. We got together for coffee and then went for dinner at the Pat à Pain (a fast-food pizza/bakery shop). I made it home just in time for the 8:55 movie on TF1. After watching Léon, starring Jean Reno and Natalie Portman, I decided to call home and see how things were going. My calling card was in my purse…which, I realized, I had left at the Pat à Pain. It was by this time 10:45 at night and I knew that the chances of the restaurant still being open were slim to none, considering that most places aren't even open on Sundays. Nonetheless, I had to try. I don't have a phone book, so I couldn't call. I threw on my shoes and took off. I was practically running down the deserted streets of Bourges when I noticed a woman coming towards me carrying a bag from Pat à Pain. This gave me hope; maybe they were still open. I debated stopping her and asking and at the last minute decided to. I'm lucky I did! She informed me that she works there and that it was closed for the night. Fingers crossed, I asked if someone had turned in a black purse. She said that she had come across it while cleaning up. They had tried to find a number to call me at, but couldn't locate one, so they locked the purse up for the night. I was relieved to hear that it had been found and appeared to have everything still in it. At 7:00 this morning I was standing outside of the Pat à Pain when the doors opened. After confirming the name, they handed my purse over and I double-checked it. Everything was still there. I've definitely learned my lesson! Looking back, I'm lucky I ran into the woman on the way to the restaurant so I didn't spend a sleepless night worrying. I definitely had a guardian angel looking over me!