Jonathan Hamill, Author at The Ring Finders | Page 10 of 18

Mom’s Lazy Boy Comes Clean…..

Once upon a time during covid-19 in a small town and cozy house lived this nice, pictured lady who’s ring went missing. Unsure of where it could be with all the routine changes that took place, she reached out for help. We chatted briefly and when I arrived today I started my ground search along the path where the classy car was parked. Next was the classy car search but nothing was found. Moving to the inside we went room by room, in the bedroom we checked wavvy waterbed along with the heavy dresser and chesty drawers revealed nothing. Searching the living room’s curvy couch revealed nothing. When we sat on curvy couch to take a break the spring squeaks sounded like they said check with chatty chair and tattle table. In doing so, it was revealed underneath in a woodburning that lazy boy talked in his sleep and said steely safe had the ring. Moving to steely safe and opening the door revealed no ring but a note that read…. lazy boy is so soft that he keeps all the jewelry that falls off from those who relax on him. Thanking steely safe we formed a quick plan. Moving hastily in a surprise attack, she jumped on lazy boy and pulled back on his arm, an agonizing screech followed and as my hands were going in to search we heard metal hit the floor! Wrestling lazy boy out of the way revealed this beautiful triple band gold ring! As lazy boy tried to wheedle his way out of this we quickly taped up all the holes where things could “fall” into. All was well again in the cozy house, a happy ending for the lady and as wisps of curly smoke lifted to the sky from the chimney the lazy boy was surrounded by his contemporaries, each sporting a grin, not to teach him his lesson but that a professional tape removal and stitching was in order.
Jon

The Garden Of Weeden

The pictured gentleman is known in the neighborhood for having a green thumb. About a month ago while him and his wife were cleaning up and weeding a garden for a homebound, elderly neighbor his ring came off. Thru much outside influence, from an unreliable source, temptation won over and the wrong metal detector was chosen. After much trowel and error searching with nothing produced they felt re-entry into the garden wasn’t mint to be. When we talked today I was all ears and offered much encouragemint. Keeping the convo upbeet, I said I can dig it, just romaine calm, it was no big dill and that I’ve helped lots of people who’ve bean there. On site and after setting up my MXT I said let’s turnip the beet. Scanning in a grid pattern over the soft ground the detector was silent for about 5 min. then I got a familiar signal and meter read about 1″ deep.
Pushing the garrett carrot into the soil like I was putting down roots I got a vibe, and scraping the soil aside revealed this simply radishing, chunky white gold ring! Waving him over I said I need you to weed this out. As he looked down at the ring he exclaimed Amaizeing! We high fived and yelled…. Kale Yea! After a few pics he said thanks for taking the thyme to help him cultivate his ring, beeting seemingly unbeetable odds and squashing his downbeet. He said if I was a fruit I’d be one fineapple. I said I yam what I yam but now it’s time to beet it, it’s party thyme, peas out!
Jon