I called Steve at work this morning to check on how his day was going, and I could tell that he was in a crabby mood. When I asked him what was wrong, he responded with a very stressful, "I can't find my glasses!"
I asked a couple of question on when he last wore them and tried to calm him with "well, they must be in the office, just retrace your steps and ask the office staff to be on the look out for them." I figured that he must have set them down somewhere while talking to someone and walked away without them. I knew he'd find them eventually. Turns out I was right, and we got a good laugh of WHERE we found them: on my mother's face! My mom, bless her heart, is still--at age 74--working for Steve. She had been in his office earlier today and was admiring his sunglasses. Without realizing that her own glasses were propped on top of her head, she took Steve's reading glasses as she was leaving the office...thinking they were hers. When I came in later this morning to bring her some lunch, I noticed that she had on a pair of glasses that looked A LOT like Steve's missing glasses. When I asked about it, she reached up to take the glasses off and look at them, then saw her own glasses sitting on her desk! We had a pretty good laugh and quickly put Steve's glasses back front and center on his desk. As I left the office, I patted myself on the back and exclaimed, "My work here is done!"