It was 21º – F this morning, and even by my standards, that is darned cold. The Squire decided to wear a coat when he left for the gym, and when he put it on he discovered the pockets were full of “stuff”. Brown paper napkins from a restaurant and a fistful of candy.
When I reminded him that I don’t wear his clothes, he muttered “Well, somebody has been”. And then the light dawned.
“Oh, no! This isn’t my coat!”
We made a quick rundown of the places he’s been recently – a funeral and to church, and that’s about it, and he didn’t bother with a coat the day of the funeral. He’ll send out a shotgun email to the parish and see if he can return it to the proper person. If not, it’s a really nice coat.
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Is the candy still good?
It’s hard to tell a fresh Tootsie Roll from an old one!
That’s true.
It happens! But it is really nice of you both to track down the owner! I hope the coat finds the owner, otherwise, do keep it and make use of it. I am sure the ex owner will be happy it found new owners.
Turned out he *had* worn his jacket to the funeral, and when we left I just grabbed a blue coat off the rack and tossed it into the back seat because the day had warmed up. We contacted the family of the deceased and they located the owner very quickly. The Squire is off to the post office as we “speak” and his coat will also be returned to him. As it happens, the coat he took is more expensive than the one he owns, but it is not as warm, but doesn’t have as many pockets, or a hood, so he was more than willing to trade back.
Aahh you solved the puzzle and Squire will get his own warmer jacket with hood back. Sometimes practicality wins over cost of a jacket.
I wonder about the other end of that story. The person who knows he brought a coat and now it had run away.
All is well. The coat is back home, and so is The Squire’s.