There was a pair of eyeglasses on my desk this morning when I arrived at work. They belonged to a woman and I asked J-- if he recognized the frames.

     “No,” he said. “Are they prescription?”

     I tried them on. “Yes, why?”

     “I don’t know,” he said. “It seemed like the right question to ask.”

     I shook my head. “I’ll bring them to the lost and found.”

     “We have a lost and found?”

     “I assumed so.” It occured to me that if there was a lost and found, I wouldn’t know where to find it.

     “Office e-mail,” J-- said. “That&r...

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