I am hunting through my purse for the brand new guitar tuner which is mysteriously missing from my bag of musical gadgets. I feel something oddly shaped and dig it out. It is my car Jackal, which I had taken out of my car to go to the car wash earlier this week.
“You’re not what I’m looking for,” I mutter, and stuff the jackal back into my bag. Then: “…but if You could help me find my tuner, I’d be much obliged.”
I immediately pull the missing tuner out of the next pocket I check.