The lost coin...

A few years ago, H was collecting money for Speed-the-Light missions. There was a contest at church, and the youth pastor suggested checking the car, couches, etc. for loose change.

H was determined to find every silver or copper piece in the house.

We had bought a new living room set a few years earlier, and had moved the old green one upstairs into the playroom. H was determined that the old sofa had to be full of money.

She began by removing the cushions. Nothing. She thought that she had remembered a "jingling" sound when we moved it, so she KNEW there was money to be found.

I kept telling her that it was a waste of time. She kept looking. She turned the sofa on end. She ran her hand along the edge as far as it would go. She even tried to remove the board at the bottom. She wouldn't give up. She just knew there was money there.

Soon she smuggly came to me.

"So, did you find any money?" I asked.

"Seventy-five dollars," she replied.

I stopped what I was doing. "You're lying! SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS?"

"Yep." (She's very pleased with her I-told-you-so self). "In a wallet."

"WHOSE?"

She brought me the wallet. It seemed that a friend who had visited us from North Carolina several years earlier had LOST HIS WALLET IN OUR COUCH.

We found the money, credit cards, drivers license, and photos. So my husband called him. HE DIDN'T REMEMBER LOOSING IT. How can you loose something like that and not even remember? His wife, however, did remember, because she was the one who made all the calls canceling accounts, etc.

So, we mailed the wallet to him, $75 and all.

There was no other change in the couch.