The other day, the Mister complained about loosing a button on his coat. I was about to express my sympathies when I looked at the buttons, put a hand into my pocket and pulled out the exact button he had lost. I had found it on the floor in the computer room in uni a few days before and, as is my habit with such things, picked it up. He will never laugh at me again for picking up things I find on the floor. Wanna bet?