Good Things Happen

A few days ago, we celebrated the birthday of the remarkable woman who has been my wife for close to four decades.  She is a beach bunny turned grandma now, and a huge Jimmy Buffett fan.  So when Escape to Margaritaville popped up on the radar, I grabbed two birthday tickets to the local dinner theater, and off we went.  Fast forward a day and a half, and I notice my wedding ring is gone!  

Yikes!  #$*#! 

Having not left the house, we search high and low but can not find it.  The ring is too big to get past our drain hardware, except in the kitchen sink, where the disposal would have stopped (and mangled) it.  We call the theater and leave a message at what seems like the best extension.  But with no reply from the theater after a few days, plus our own repeated searches, my wife suggests it is time to shop for a replacement.  I suggest we wait a bit, but the issue becomes moot when, later that day, we get a call from the dinner theater: Someone has turned in a wedding band.  Thankfully, it turns out to be mine.

For me personally, the most important upshot of all this was realizing how hard it was to bear the thought of losing my wedding ring - something I never pay attention to.  So for me, finding the ring was indeed a good thing, although one that pales in comparison to the good thing that happened almost four decades ago.

Great story. I have first hand knowledge of lost wedding rings, garbage disposal manglings, and driveway flattenings!

A few days ago, we celebrated the birthday of the remarkable woman who has been my wife for close to four decades.  She is a beach bunny turned grandma now, and a huge Jimmy Buffett fan.  So when Escape to Margaritaville popped up on the radar, I grabbed two birthday tickets to the local dinner theater, and off we went.  Fast forward a day and a half, and I notice my wedding ring is gone!  

Yikes!  #$*#! 

Having not left the house, we search high and low but can not find it.  The ring is too big to get past our drain hardware, except in the kitchen sink, where the disposal would have stopped (and mangled) it.  We call the theater and leave a message at what seems like the best extension.  But with no reply from the theater after a few days, plus our own repeated searches, my wife suggests it is time to shop for a replacement.  I suggest we wait a bit, but the issue becomes moot when, later that day, we get a call from the dinner theater: Someone has turned in a wedding band.  Thankfully, it turns out to be mine.

For me personally, the most important upshot of all this was realizing how hard it was to bear the thought of losing my wedding ring - something I never pay attention to.  So for me, finding the ring was indeed a good thing, although one that pales in comparison to the good thing that happened almost four decades ago.

As Dom said, great story !!! Congrats on both counts Mike

Congratulations to you both!! And A Happy Belated Birthday to Mrs. Highspeed!

Glad there are decent folks out there still!

I love happy endings as all we seem to read and hear about these days is sad ones.  Congratulations to your wife on her birthday and to both of you on nearly 40 years of being together.  Also, kudos to the honest individual who turned in the ring and the dinner theater worker who called promptly.

Kudus to everyone involved! I like happy endings!

Wedding rings.... 35 years ago when I began working at the job I retired from 12 years ago it was strongly suggested by HR that we not wear any rings at all, to include wedding rings. The danger of losing the finger and the ring were higher unless they were removed before it was forcibly removed by the machinery (OUCH!). So I put mine in a very safe place and there it remains to this day. Nice and safe even from me. I think I can put my hands on it in 5 minutes but frankly I don't know. If I can't then I might need to buy another or admit that it has passed into another dimension along with many other items that I put away for safe keeping. Maybe some research lab should do a study to find those alternate realities that abound in my home and shop. The truth is out there! In the meantime I know I'm married as does my wife. The few ladies who have asked me out in the intervening years because they thought I was single have all been disappointed and I have been flattered. If that happened today at my age I'd need to question their sanity or know they were gold diggers, so either way, no thanks. I just know if I looked for it, found it, and wore it, I'd lose it for real.

I’d have looked for that darn shaker of salt as the ring was probably lost with it! 

Congratulations on the anniversary. It’s great when you team up with the right person. My wife of 32 years and I had an anniversary with Jimmy a few years back at his Lounging at the Lagoon tour in Vegas. Lot of fun. Parrot Heads are an eclectic group. I first took in Jimmy live at the Missoula field house back in 1979. 

With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of my running and all of my cunning
If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane
If we weren’t all crazy we would go insane

Kudus to everyone involved! I like happy endings!

Wedding rings.... 35 years ago when I began working at the job I retired from 12 years ago it was strongly suggested by HR that we not wear any rings at all, to include wedding rings. The danger of losing the finger and the ring were higher unless they were removed before it was forcibly removed by the machinery (OUCH!). So I put mine in a very safe place and there it remains to this day. Nice and safe even from me. I think I can put my hands on it in 5 minutes but frankly I don't know. If I can't then I might need to buy another or admit that it has passed into another dimension along with many other items that I put away for safe keeping. Maybe some research lab should do a study to find those alternate realities that abound in my home and shop. The truth is out there! In the meantime I know I'm married as does my wife. The few ladies who have asked me out in the intervening years because they thought I was single have all been disappointed and I have been flattered. If that happened today at my age I'd need to question their sanity or know they were gold diggers, so either way, no thanks. I just know if I looked for it, found it, and wore it, I'd lose it for real.

I Believe!!

Great post, Brian. And I, too, have many things kept so safely that I cannot find where that obvious safe place is anymore!

Back in a previous career when I was a carpenter the married guys (I was still single) often kept their wedding bands on a chain around their necks. Close to their heart.

Thanks very much to all of you for your kind words, well wishes, and interesting stories.