I noticed it with a feeling.
Mister Met was calling me from afar, the little guy from the front of my blue baseball cap, the one my dear wife Karen bought for me on our trip this season to watch our favorite team play at Citi Field.
And sure enough, my latest favorite hat was not sitting upon my dresser with the rest I keep at the ready for easy wearing.
I looked in my car. It was not in the front seat. It was not kicking around in the back seat, amid some winter gear I’ve stowed away in preparation.
I told Karen Mister Met’s message, and she suggested a look-see in her car and my trunk. Nope, for the Mazda and the Cruze.
So I thought about it. I wore it the day we ate breakfast at Good Golly’s. After that, we went food shopping, and then I went to see a movie for my weekly review. I take my hat off in a restaurant and a theater. I leave my hat on in a supermarket.
Karen called Good Golly when she had a spare moment. They did not have Mister Met, she texted me, which I saw during a break at my new job. Dagnabbit!
When I got off work, I called Regal Cinemas at Shoppingtown Mall, in DeWitt, a suburb abutting Syracuse. The nice woman put me on hold and went to search their lost-and-found box.
Yes, they had my Mister Met.
We are reunited.
Thank you, Shoppingtown workers, for setting up a Lost and Found that works. Thank you, honest worker or patron who collected my Mister Met and turned him in instead of adopting him as your own.
The World Series season fortune continues.
Let’s Go Mets.
Have you lost something and then found it, and if so, how did the story go? Have you lost something and not found it, and if so, how did that story go? Have you found something and turned it in, and if so, how did that turn out?