I was chauffeuring family to a funeral yesterday. Parked up to go to the post funeral reception and as the passengers got out of the car I glanced down and there in the drivers footwell was one of my false nails just sitting on the carpet. I must have dropped it when changing back to drab on my way home from my week away last November but I thought I'd accounted for the full set when putting everything away but it seems not.
So once everyone had disembarked I quietly picked it up and put it in a glasses case for safe keeping.
This seems a regular occurrence for so many of us. A stray earring, an errant item of underwear, things that turn up long after they were last seen or used, potentially to pose us with difficult explanations. Goes with the turf I suppose.