One night, before bed, as usual, I put my glasses down on my bedside table.

In the morning, I went to put them on, and they weren't there. Figured I must have taken them off, absentmindedly, someplace else in the house after shutting down the computer while going through my "Toddling off to bed" routine (I've known that I have a 'flighty poet's' brain since I was about 7 years old, so this is nothing alarming).

But I searched every surface within reach -- first, in all the usual places where I pause to do something, and then in all the other places I where it was possible to put them. Still, no glasses...

Finally, around two in the afternoon, while doing another sweep of the house, I glanced down and saw them on the floor -- directly under the the table, and the spot where I had put them. They were even in the exact same orientation in which I remember placing them (open, right side up, with the earpieces facing the bed).

...Now, if I'd somehow knocked them off during the night, or one of the cats had, I'd expect them to be on the floor near the edge of the table. If they'd fallen and bounced, somehow, I'd expect them to be flipped over, or facing a different way.

But this looked as though they had somehow dropped down in a straight line through the table and rematerialized on the floor below. I still have no firm idea of how or why it happened. But, just in case I share my house with a Person of Peace, I laughed out loud and congratulated the prankster(s) on the cleverness and subtlety of the joke. I also said "Thank you" for returning my glasses before the end of the day.

Good manners, and a cheerful habit, are no guarantee that you'll be treated well. But holding a grudge and bad manners are a guarantee that you won't.