I wrote a letter to the birdwatcher I interview about five years ago to thank him for the time we spent together. It was the first letter I'd written in a long time. Probably ever in my life.
I wrote the letter and then desperately searched for a single stamp to mail it with. I couldn't find a stamp if my life depended on it. So I send a text to my wife asking if she had any stamps. Of course she answered yes. I quickly checked her top drawer and found a single stamp siting in an envelope. I was in luck.
The stamp looked pretty old and fragile. I just figured it had been there for a while. So I licked it and put in on the envelope. A few days later my wife came to me about a stamp.
I had no clue what she was talking about. So I blew it off and went to work. She messaged me again and sent me a picture of the stamp that was missing from her drawer. This was bad.