I lost my wedding ring on the beach. I was playing catch with my dad, and when I took off my glove I noticed that it had gone missing. After about 20 minutes of fanning out across the beach, my wife found it. We all handled it quite well. I'm not sure if it went well because by our nature we're all very calm people or if we all assumed since I'd gotten the ring that it was only a matter of time until something like this happened. Or, I prefer the theory that we were so confident that we would find it, that none of us worried too much. Really, the lack of panic, and losing of the ring, probably had more to do with the margaritas we'd drank.