One of our older customers lost his in a row of rutabagas. He was distraught. He’d been married something like 75 years. He came back to the garden center and told us about it. My boss, quick thinker that he is, said so-and-so has a metal detector. They got him, went back to the rutabaga patch, and found it.
Such a symbol, and it means so much. Not that you can’t go out and buy a new one any day of the week, but it’s not the same.
Have a great day!
How neat! I enjoyed both of your wedding ring stories.
I used to work in hospital patient relations dept. and more than half my cases were “lost belongings.” It’s easy to lose personal stuff in a hospital, esp. in the folds of sheets. I was good at tracking stuff down:-)
As for the rutabaga patch gentleman, good thinking on the part of your colleague! Also, I happen to really like rutabagas!!
I wouldn’t have thought about find the ring he lost with a metal detector - but guess if you know ‘about’ where you lost it, it might be pretty easy to find that way. I lost a diamond pinky ring about 10 years ago, but didn’t have any idea where or exactly when I lost it, so it’s never been seen since.