Okay, back with an update.
First of all, sorry for not posting when I said I would. This weekend has been busy as hell, and the form just kept slipping my mind. I'd remember it, then forget about it a few minutes later before I had a chance to talk to the manager, then remember it, then forget it, etc. etc. It was a vicious cycle. Also, my memory is shit.
Anyway, I asked B, the head cashier, about it today and she thought to look his name up in our system (if he had returned anything at our store before he would be listed, along with his phone number). Wish I had thought of that.
He was in our system so I was able to get his phone number and give him a call. I didn't want to outright say what the call was about, because I felt a little weird about it, (plus I wasn't sure if it was the right Mr. A) so I tried to hint at it.
I asked him if he had been in our store Friday night, and he said that he might have been. I then told him that he had lost a rather important piece of paper in our store without mentioning just what that important piece of paper was.
Thankfully, it was the right guy. Before I could hint at just what the paper was, he said, "Oh, it must be my marijuana form! I was wondering where that was."
He said he would be in for it later and I told him he would need a piece of photo ID to get it. He came in, showed his ID, and I gave him the form. He was pleasant the whole way through, from the phone call to the pick up. It's nice when stories have happy endings, isn't it?
And Sarah, if that had
been the lost item, I think my thread title would have been something more along the lines of "Holy discarded dildos, Batman!"
...I'm going to Hell, aren't I?
(Now I want to start a band called Discarded Dildos. Who's with me?