A week or two ago we picked up a puzzle at a garage sale. Charlene really liked it, got it, dived in (forbidding me from helping), and last night after I went to bed completed it.
Except that it was missing a piece.
This morning the seller left the missing piece with a "sorry" note on our mailbox.
Sometimes it's hard to tell until I get deeply into a community, but I'm gonna get really obnoxious about judging communities by how core people in those spaces advertise their events and wares.
Meanwhile, I've actually become a pretty good Modern Western Square Dance caller, and I'm wondering why.