I once didn't so much find as drop something once, when my then POSSLQ's very Central Virginia's parents dropped by unexpectedly, and I missed my pocket in shoving my bag away, so a little rolled baggie fell onto the floor right in front of me, between them and me of course. I kept my eyes on theirs (all 4 of them somehow) and continued towards them, stopping with one foot completely over the bag, and there it stayed throughout a long conversation while they wouldn't leave the kitchen and move on to the living room, but I swear they didn't see or suspect a thing, or were kind enough to let me think so!