“I found your card!” said the woman behind the counter at the gym today.
“My card? My membership card?”
“The one I lost, like a year ago? So I’ve been typing in my code like an idiot for the last year? Because if the card’s lost, you know, it’s lost, right, and why would you assume it would ever be found?”
“Uh huh!” And she handed it to me.
“Where did you find my card?”
“In the lost cards box!”
I could go on for pages, I’m sure, but let’s just leave it at this: IF YOU’RE TRYING TO FIND YOUR CARD, YOU COULD DO WORSE BY LOOKING IN THE LOST CARDS BOX.