Over spring break we went to Florida for some family fun. The hotel was right on the beach. Most days we divided our time between the ocean and the hotel's two huge swimming pools. Toward the end of one day, the four of us, plus a stranger or two, were relaxing in the oversized hot tub in the pool area. A 5-year old kid, I'm guessing, wearing swim goggles, came to the hot tub, took a breath, and submerged. He stayed under for awhile then surfaced with treasure: a man's wedding ring and 75 cents in change.

The kid proudly showed off his find to his sister at the edge of the hot tub. I could tell from their reactions that this wasn't their first time. I'm guessing that every hour or so, he would go diving for loose change in the hot tub. Apparently it was profitable.

Then I noticed my wedding ring was missing. The kid was still displaying his treasure to his sister. Deciding that possession was nine-tenths of the law, I snatched it out of his hand like a seagull on a cracker. I figured it would be easier to argue it was mine once it was actually on my finger. Luckily the kid didn't put up a fight. Obviously he was new to this whole treasure hunting gig. Next time he'll know to bring a spear gun.

In the nearly three years I have owned my wedding ring, it has never once fallen off my finger. And it happened on a day I was in the ocean, a huge swimming pool, and then a hot tub. It was also the one time I have ever seen a kid go treasure hunting in a hot tub. These two unlikely events conspired to return my ring to me. Or maybe it was some other guy's ring. The point is that it fit. Whatever.
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Jun 15, 2009
Here's hoping for a happy ending...this past weekend, while snorkeling off Buck Island, St Thomas, USVI, we found a shiny, new wedding band on the sea bottom. Whoever lost it couldn't have had it for long because there were no scratches on it. I'm trying to respond to as many posts as I can dealing with lost wedding rings in the hope that the owner will come across one and respond. If you think it may be yours, post a description of it and what the inscription is. If it's yours I'd love to return it to you.
May 25, 2009
I sooo wanted your story to end with you finding that you left your ring to the hotel room, and the kid spending rest of his life telling people how Scott Adams stole his father's ring.
May 24, 2009
this sunday's comic strip is best ever.......
May 24, 2009
This treasure hunter-to-be should have realized one of the most important rules of treasure hunting; only look at the loot in a safe place, or when the original owner is dead. Of course, that goes hand in hand with your #1 rule, always bring a spear gun. Always.
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May 23, 2009
Obviously intelligent design.
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May 22, 2009
Interesting coincidence. I once read about a guy who found his wife's remains and her wedding ring in the root ball of a hedge. Well, that's not quite correct. The police found the remains ... but still, it was his wife and her wedding ring.

May 22, 2009
Not long after I was married, I lost my wedding ring. More than two decades later, the guy who bought my house from me found it - in the root ball of a hedge I planted in front of the house. You could even look it up...


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May 22, 2009
Alternative Hot Tub story ....

Scott: That's my ring. Please return it to me.

Dwarf: Prove to me that this is your ring.

Scott: Have a look on the inside. It says "Stud Muffin, June 2006"

Dwarf: And your point is?

Scott: Well, ah ... that's me. I'm "Stud Muffin" and "June 2006" is my wedding date.

Dwarf: It's a small world, isn't it?

Scott: What do you mean?

Dwarf: My nickname is "Stud Muffin" and "June 2006" is the date that I engraved my nickname on the ring.

Scott: But ... but that's a wedding ring, and you ...

Dwarf: No it isn't. It's a friendship ring.

Scott: But ... but it's too big for you, isn't it?

Dwarf: I don't wear it on my finger. Not that that's any of your business ... you oversized, nosey wanker.

(Scott smites dwarf on the nose.)


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May 21, 2009
Mr. Wampus,

Nope, I'd never heard of Dwight Schrute before you mentioned the name. But after a quick Google ... well, I'm definitely going to tune into The Office. I think I'm going to like Dwight Schrute.


PS ... Like Dwight, I am somewhat eccentric, so I take your comparison as fair comment ... maybe even a compliment, depending how you feel about Dwight.
May 21, 2009
You are very lucky. It's like getting your wallet back when you lose it with all your ID inside. Or having all of your keys for house, car, bike, etc. returned. You sort of feel like you won the lottery.

Losing your wedding ring has to be an awful thing. We invest the material item with all sorts of non-material significance. It's one of the reasons I'm in favour of a ring tattoo. I won't be losing that. Of course, it does mean that if you get a divorce you either have to get that laser skin removal or else use a Japanese Yakuza Apology to rid yourself of the tattoo'd-on ring.

Still, you won't lose it and have your wife give you a good Bobbitting....
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May 21, 2009
I notice that there are a number of conspiracy theories being offered -- as if to say that you were the victim of a complex scam. I like that line of thinking. Here's my theory.

The "child" was actually a dwarf. The "parents" were not parents, of course, but members of an international "Hot Tub Cartel" that specialize in scamming insurance companies.

Here's how the scam works.

The Hot Tub Cartel has a "spotter" roaming the resort taking note of couples wearing wedding rings. The "spotter" is typically a 20-something babe wearing a string bikini. Think back, Scott. Possibly you now recall noticing someone of that description. If so, it reinforces this aspect of my theory.

Once the "spotter" sees a couple wearing wedding rings, she photographs the potential victims using a custom designed binocular pin camera concealed within the fabric of her usually ample bikini cups. Think back, Scott. Possibly you now recall noticing the telltale signs of a hidden binocular bikini cup camera. If so, it reinforces this aspect of my theory.

Once the "spotter" has completed her bikini cup photography for the day, the images are loaded into a powerful notebook computer (probably a pimped out Mac) and, using a really sophisticated face-recognition technology proprietary to the Hot Tub Cartel, the images are quickly translated into names, addresses and such -- which, in turn, are matched to the resort's guest list. The last step is continent on the Hot Tub Cartel's ability to hack into the resort's reservation system, of course -- so this is always handled by the dwarf because it is considered to be the equivalent of child's play.

Now armed with an image of your face, your name and room number, it is relatively easy for other members of the Hot Tub Cartel (trackers) to follow your every movement through the resort -- including any movement toward the hot tub.

There are a number of further steps, but, for the sake of brevity, I will cut to the final scene -- the hot tub scene.

Recall that you were quite startled to see a "child" diving for treasure in the hot tub. As implied by someone down below, being "startled" makes you vulnerable to not noticing something that you might otherwise notice -- like a dwarf gently removing your wedding ring below the surface of a hot tub. But that is exactly what happened.

At this point, you might be thinking something like, "This is an absurd theory, Webster. If the dwarf had removed my ring without me noticing, why would he come to the surface and show his "parents" that he had found a wedding ring -- right in front of me". That's a fair observation, but alas, it simply reveals that you do not understand the true nature of this brilliant scam.

The "child" showed his "parents" the ring because the more "normal" reaction on the part of the victim (you, in this case) would be to politely mention that the "child" had found your ring and respectfully request its return.

Had that happened, the "parents" would have taken a belligerent position on the return of the ring -- with the "father" ultimately telling you to get stuffed. This, of course, would lead a normal person to step (wade, in this case) into the face of the "father" and demand the return of the ring -- which would have led, ultimately, to you smiting the "father" on the nose.

Under non-scam conditions, this would have been the end of said hot tup incident. You would have bloodied the nose of the child's father, you would have your ring, and that would be end of it.

However, now we come to the brilliance of the Hot Tub Cartel's scam.

Unknown to the victim of the Hot Tub Cartel scam (you, in this case), the twenty-something babe wearing nothing but a string bikini (think back, Scott, there is one in every hot tub) would use her ample binocular cup cameras to capture the very moment when you assaulted the "father" -- which means that you would have been successfully sued for assault causing bodily injury; leading to your insurance company grudgingly settling for six figures on the court house steps.

You interrupted this brilliant scam by unexpectedly (some would say 'inexplicably') grabbing the ring out of the dwarf's hand. Well done, Scott.


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May 21, 2009
I once watched a pickpocket demonstrate his skill. He took someones hand, told them flat out he was going to take his watch off his wrist, asked the guy to watch him do it.
Still, the guy didn't notice when he did it. The pickpocket had to point out the bare wrist to the guy.

Sleight of hand is a mind trick. You got played.
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May 21, 2009
lol (pardon my language).

It's a little more interesting than when strangers hand in your lost cash or hide your on-display car keys under the wheel for you but the law of nature seems the same, people pick things up and you get lucky.

On coincidence, I was recently in another city and at an art event someone who I didn't know said that I would absolutely love to meet this particular girl (by way of inviting me to a party a few days later). Later that evening I visited friends - completely different social group - who took me to a house party on the other side of the city. The first stranger I met there, outside for a cigarette, was that girl. I was rooting for a really big coincidence and she wasn't bad looking and we got on OK but, nothing happening.
May 21, 2009
The simulation reveals itself once again in the preponderance of improbabilities.
May 21, 2009
My wedding ring is the polar opposite of the Ring of Power (Ring of Feebleness, if you will), in that it's always trying to get away from its master. I drop it more times than you might think (I'm fairly clumsy) and each time it heads unerringly for the most difficult place to retrieve (drains, kitchen void spaces, the lion enclosure). Then again I did get my wife's engagement ring trapped in the seat adjustment mechanism of our car's driving seat, so maybe it's just me. I think I'll get a ring tattoo in future.
May 20, 2009
They say that "You should walk a mile in other's shoes...".. Then who cares... he is a mile away, and the shoes are now yours! Run!!!!!!!!
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May 20, 2009
My friend just related to me the story of losing his own wedding ring (custom made katana style):

He had just returned from trekking in Nepal and was very skinny. While swiping at a spider that had landed on him, his ring flew off into the street and under his car. Much bouncing and pinging noises. Searched all around under the car, no sign of it. Figured it either bounced into traffic (in SanFran) or down nearby storm sewer. Figured gone forever and irreplaceable. About 6 months later, cow-orker hits his Prius in company lot. Body shop repairman calls up and says, "We pulled off your bumper and found this ring between the bumper and the bumper lining..."
May 20, 2009
I'm sure Mrs. Adams thought your story was highly plausible.
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May 20, 2009
This reminds me of the movie "Magnolia". You should check it out if you haven't seen it.

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May 20, 2009
Using up all of your allotted luck now, huh? *g*

On an unrelated note regarding today's strip...Here's hoping you never want to get a group of economists to do anything for you again! It could get ugly....
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