Do you have any interesting lost and found story to share?

Interesting to me at least: we had a houseguest to be polite so we put my jewelry, his meds and my mom’s amazing chrysocolla rock crystal in a filing cabinet with a lock on it. Then slept with the key. I didn’t recall putting the rock in there and, even before he left, I was in a panic. I was sure someone stole that rock! I had proof they had their eye on it. So when he left my H opened the drawer w/his key and absent mindedly handed me the rock. Talk about joy!! I have looked at them on Ebay for weeks and cannot find one chrysocolla to begin to compare with it either in size or beauty. Mom bought it in Maui .

As a matter of fact this happened last week.
My deceased mother had a very very small silver cross
that the necklace was so fine it broke. I hung the little cross
on my bulletin board with a push pin where I thought it would
remain safe. I happen to look up one day and the cross was
gone. It broke my heart because I knew there was no way
I was going to find that small of an object in carpet with dogs
and cats going inside and out. WELL…I was vacuuming carpet one day
last week and just happened to raise the roller part of the vacuum
to get over a wooden threshold onto the wood floor and the vacuum
spit out the little silver cross!!!! I know most of you do not believe in
God but THIS was a “God thing” I guarantee you. What were the chances?
I was suppose to have that cross no matter what. It is put up safely
now and I told my best friend where in case I forgot where I safely
stored it!

In undergrad I was biking at night to a meeting I had. I adjusted the strap to my bag, and managed to yank my necklace chain as well—the chain broke, and though I tried to grab the pendant to hold onto it, it fell somewhere on the ground. (I was sad because it was sentimental, and because it wasn’t inexpensive!) I pulled over, took the front light off my bike, and used it to scan the ground for the pendant. I couldn’t find it. A university cop was driving by, and slowed up to ask what I was looking for. I let them know, and they continued on. Biking the other direction, I saw a young man slow up on his bike, briefly watching as I paced the area. With two people slowing to watch me I figured I looked rather odd in the dark, with a light panning side to side on the ground.

I couldn’t find it, and as I stayed there I was making myself late for my meeting, so I reluctantly got back on my bike and left, thinking it was lost for good.

I came back the same way about an hour later (meeting over), and pulled off around where I’d lost the pendant to look for it again. The same university cop passed by again, and pulled up to me. He asked something to the effect, “you’re still looking for it?” I explained I’d only just gotten back to keep looking for it—that no, I hadn’t been looking for it for an hour! He left again. Another biker was coming up towards me, and then stopped. Turns out, was the same young man from before (this was a night of repeats!), who explained that he’d seen me looking for something while he was on his way to [I don’t really recall] and on his way back he saw that I was still looking for it, so thought he might try to help. (I think I also explained to him that I hadn’t been looking for it for the whole hour; I also welcomed his help).

I described the size and shape of the pendant to him. He pulled out his phone for a flashlight, and we combed the area I was guessing the pendant had fallen from opposite directions. Between the two of us I found it. It was very slightly squished like it had been run over (it’s metal in a loop-y design) but otherwise entirely unscratched. I thanked him for helping me, put the pendant safely in my bag, and headed home.

Eventually I got another chain for it and I’m wearing it now as I type this, and it’s still very slightly squished.

I might have told this before on fluther.

I was driving north on I75 from Florida, and when we crossed into Georgia we stopped at the welcome center to go to the bathroom and get a map. It was around 4:00pm, and we had 2 more hours of driving to do that night, and another 8–9 hours the next day.

So, I go to the bathroom, and the stall has a purse holder on the wall behind the toilet, and I slipped my purse in there. After that we walked over to the main building, picked up some maps and travel books, and then continued north. An hour later we stopped for gas, and when I went to get my wallet, my purse wasn’t there!! I had left my whole bag in the bathroom. Since it was behind me, I had just walked out of the stall completely forgetting about it.

Night was already falling. My husband started heading back south. I told him not to. I was tired, and I didn’t want to head back, and I felt it was unsafe, because my husband was likely even more tired. I tried to call the welcome center and it was closed.

I called and cancelled all of my credit cards. Then I called the local police by the welcome center, and asked if there was some way for me to get in touch with the manager. They told me they would call her.

Next, I get a call from the manager, and she said she had my purse, and had left a message at my home phone number. I told my husband it’s fine to turn back around, but he wouldn’t. She said she would meet us back at the welcome center. It was already pitch black out. I didn’t want to go all the way back, and I didn’t want her to drive all the way back to work.

I lost the argument and we did meet her at the welcome center. My purse had all $400 that was in my husband’s money clip in my purse, my two pairs of sunglasses, one of which were Prada, and all my drugs (not worth anything, but people might steal them hoping they are) and all my credit cards. She wouldn’t take any money from me, and she didn’t have the name of the person who turned my purse into her.

At Disneyland in January, my husband slipped his prescription sunglasses into his pocket for an indoor attraction. Later in the day he noticed they were missing. He made several visits to the ride in case they got turned in and wrote up a report at the lost and found.

The next day, I opened the bag I keep our grandsons sunglasses, and there they were. None of us remember putting them there.

When it was time to leave, my son couldn’t find the keys to his car. We spent an hour looking everywhere in the motel suite. we looked through the sofa cushions, we looked under the mattresses, we looked and looked. We finally called AAA to come and make a new key.

While waiting for them, I went to my car to get something and there were his keys on the console tray of my car. Luckily, AAA hadn’t found a locksmith yet, so it wasn’t too bad, if you don’t count four very frustrated adults and two frightened children.

At least two months later, when a commercial for Disneyland came on tv, the youngest grandson, age 8, said “Remember the time Dad lost his keys?”