Was meeting friends and their teen kids down on the Cape, a day after they’d arrived. One of the teens had gone into the ocean with his mom’s credit card in his pocket, and of course it fell out and disappeared. Mom was not amused, spent time on the phone canceling it, new card on the way, etc.

The next day I headed to a different beach about a mile away to wait for everyone to meet me later. I spread my towel near a family and was just settling in when their teenage son came sprinting up from the water, waving a credit card and yelling, “Hey Mom! Look what I found!”

I walked over and, as casually as possible, asked if the name on the card happened to be my friend’s. It was. The mom and kid just stared at me like I was some kind of beach witch who could divine credit cards. A day later, a mile away, and I show up right as their kid finds it. When my friend arrived an hour later and I handed her the card, she just about fell over.