Mea's Master Card turns up in her coat

I hadn't been aware that it was lost, until I looked for it Saturday at the local evangelist-church thrift store.

Mother & Father Scatternoggen were with me, so my humiliated horror had to be secreted and silenced.

Then it appeared in my coat pocket. Do you know how many times in the last few days that coat's been crumpled into balls, tossed onto chairs and thrown on dressing room floors? (OK, about one time each. But still. How that card stayed in my coat pocket is a mystery.)

Gravity is my friend.