As we were leaving our RV park yesterday morning, AngelSpouse announced that he had lost his wedding band. We looked high and low. No ring.
We drove on. About two and a half hours later, I decided to just call the RV park to see if anyone had found it.
Me: Er...um....We were in space 23 last night and I was just wondering if anyone had found a plain gold wedding band and turned it in.
Nice Lady: Yes! They did! It was in the shower. It looks like a man's gold band.
Me: Yes! It's my husband's.
Nice Lady: It's a good thing you called when you did. I was just getting ready to leave and I didn't want to leave it here, and I didn't want to take it home.
Me: Yes, lucky! I'm so glad someone found it. Could you please mail it to our home address?
Nice Lady: Yes, I will. I'll put it in a box and send it on.
Me: Thank you so much, we really appreciate that.
Me to Spouse who insisted that he didn't take it off in the park: Ha!
Spouse, sheepishly: I guess it came off in the shower. I *have* lost a little weight lately.
Driving on down the highway and just after we entered the beginning of I-40 here in the West, we saw a road mileage sign that made us both laugh:
Of course, we passed this sign in the bright daylight. Since AngelSpouse is from North Carolina, this was a real hoot to discover on I-40 in the "badlands" of California.