Earbuds

As we were leaving the medical clinic a couple of days ago, ahead of us we spotted a pair of earbuds lying in what would be our tire tracks in the unpaved lot. People were coming and going, so we had no idea who they belonged to.  

A few of the clinic staff, apparently on break, were seated on the lawn maybe  50 meters from our truck. They all turned to watch as Angellah got out of the truck to examine their condition, then pick them up. We reasoned that everyone at the clinic knows us and  that if the earbuds belonged to a staff member, someone there would let us know.  Because the cord had already been run over, we weren't even sure if they still worked. As we were pulling out of the lot, Angellah tested them with her phone and said they still worked.

We were maybe half way to the village when George received a call from someone we had never met. "Hello, George. This is Roy. I understand you have my earbuds." George told him that we found them in the clinic parking lot and that we would be happy to take them to the clinic where he could pick them up in a couple of hours. 

After our village run, we left them with the receptionist at the clinic and then thought nothing more about the matter. We had done our part. We kept them from being smashed in the parking lot and and returned them to the rightful owner. 

Then, this morning Roy again called George, "Hello George. You gave me the wrong earbuds! These are not mine. Where are my earbuds? I want MINE. What did you do with my earbuds?" George said, "Well, ok. All I can tell you is these are the ones I found in the parking lot.