I have a really bad habit of constantly playing with my jewelry. I am constantly pulling on my pendants, pulling my rings on and off and taking off my bracelets and watches and swinging them around on my finger.
The other day in class I was fiddling with the ring I wear on my left index finger, a silver dolphin that my brother sent to me from India for Christmas, and I wound up dropping it on the floor. It was too far away to just lean over and pick it up, so I thought "I must remember to pick that up when class is over."
I did not remember. Until 30 minutes after class. It was already gone. And believe me, I looked. On my hands and knees.
I was pretty sad, since I wear the same five rings every-day and none of them are really replaceable. And I was ticked off at myself for 1) playing with my jewelry so much that I end up throwing it on the floor and 2) forgetting to pick up the ring after class.
Today I checked with the receptionist at law school (we call it the fishbowl because of the glassed in design of the desk) and lo and behold, someone had turned it in to the lost and found.
Kind of a pointless story, eh? I mean, really, I lost my ring. But I got it back. Whoa. Epic.
Gimme a break. It's less than 3 weeks until exams start. At this point you're lucky to get anything.
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did i ever tell you about the time my brother lost his custom-made-self-designed wedding ring in the pool below a waterfall in Thailand?
he got his back too, thanks to a thai guy in a snorkel mask.
i think your story is awesome. as if someone turned it in!
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