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Last Thursday I was at Shangri-la Mall and I used the pay washroom on the sixth floor. I took off my rings, washed my hands, and hurried back to my lunch appointment. I didn’t realize that I’d left the rings beside the sink until I was on my way home more than an hour later. The rings weren’t valuable or anything: one was a red-and-green glass ring that I bought for change in a market in Florence, the other was a tiger’s eye ring my friend got for me in Quiapo. I figured they were gone, I wasn’t despondent, but I decided to try calling the mall to see if anyone had turned them in. I got the information desk, which referred me to the security guard on the sixth floor. While I waited on the phone, the guard, Mr. Tabayoyong, went to the pay washroom and asked the attendant to check if the rings were still there. And they were! The rings were sent to the Lost and Found.

Saturday I went to Shangri-La to retrieve them. I asked the ground floor information desk where the Lost and Found was. The desk person said she would handle it, and she asked me to tell the story of the lost rings from beginning to end. Then she sent me to the fifth floor, where the guard on duty told me to tell the story of the lost rings from beginning to end. By this time I was tempted to embellish the tale with the histories of Sauron, the line of Isildur, and the land of Mordor where the shadows lie, but I guess they were just being thorough.

Finally the person in charge came out of the office with my rings, and I had to tell the story of the lost rings from beginning to end, and I always start blubbering when I get to Theoden’s last stand on the Pelennor Fields. But I finally got my rings back, precioussss.

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