A few years ago I got a new set of lower partials. I tried to wear them all the time to get use to them, but my sore gums said other wise. I eventually would take them out after eating and wrap them in a table napkin and place them in my pocket for safe keeping. Well.......one bright sunny morning my wife and I went into our local McDonald's for breakfast and as usual after the meal I took the partials out and wrapped them in a napkin, but this time I placed them on the tray the food comes on. I got to talking to the wife about the days events and what we had planned and I got up and deposited the empty food items into the trash bin and we left and went on our merry way. It was about an hour later, while shopping, I padded my shirt pocked to make sure I still had my partials that I discovered they were not there. I thought back to the last time I had them and to my horror remembered that I left them on the food tray at McDonald's which I emptied into the trash bin. I hurried back to McDonald's and talked with the manager and explained what happened and asked if I could take that bag of trash in that certain trash bin home to sort through it. The manager informed me all the trash bins were emptied a few minutes ago and taken to the main trash bin out behind the building. I was thinking it was lost for sure now, then I got to thinking what the heck, give it one more try, so I asked the manager would it be alright if I looked in the main trash bin for the bag of trash, he said it would be OK with him, just don't make a big mess. I remembered the trash bin that I emptied my food tray in had a bunch of newspapers in it, so off I went back behind the building and opened the wooden gates to the main trash bin and there stood the main trash bin, it was a monster, as tall as I was with 2 lids on top. I saw a 5 gallon plastic bucked in the corner and used that to look inside the bin, there were several dozen bags of trash, I reached in and pulled a dozen out onto the ground in front of the bin. I was feeling pretty embarrassed
about this time, hoping no one was watching me. I tore into the first bag and it was plain trash, no newspapers, so was the next and so on, I was feeling pretty disgusted, about the 8th bag I tore into, I saw newspapers, my hope shot up, I eased the newspapers around and low and behold there sat a napkin that had the familiar shape I so often see, I unwrapped the napkin and there sat my partials. I was so happy I didn't have to go through all the hassle replacing them. I took them home and cleaned and sterilized them. After that experience, I keep the partials in from morning until bed time.