I was sitting in a park at night hitting some bongs. I put my baggy with my lump of soap in between my legs so I'd specificlly remember it after my bong, needless to say I didn't. I didn't realise I'd lost it till the next day, so at about 10am I go on a hunt for my pot. We retraced the journey back to the park and when I got there it was just sitting exactly where I'd left it in it's little baggy. I was so happy but I had to have a bong to clm my nerves.