Lost And Found

Xia walked in this morning, looking pretty upset.

"I can't find my keys! I looked everywhere yesterday afternoon and couldn't find them!"

I was not surprised at all.

She has about ten keys and several grocery store saving cards on a big key chain, which makes it impossible to fit in her fashionably tight jeans pocket. So she always carries them around in her hands and leaves them wherever she does her experiments (we have different places for different experiments). More often than not, she forgets to take them with her when she finishes her job.

It was not her first time she couldn't find her keys. But it was the first time she couldn't find her keys for so long.

So the whole lab was recruited for searching. Even the boss. We looked everywhere. The main room, the "west wing" (what my boss calls our other room, which is west to the main room), the kitchen, the autoclave room, the secretaries' office, the ladies' room (she went in herself), on the benches, under the benches, even in the garbage cans.

Not a trace.

She lost hope and sat down in front of her desk:"We can't find it. Maybe if we stop looking it will show up itself. Let me do some experiment first."

With that, she opened a red binder in which she kept her experiment records. And right there, lying between two sheets of yellow filler paper, was her chain of keys.

In her binder! Who would have thought!