Show of Intelligence

I got answered for Preference tonight. I'm pretty embarassased, actually. The guy doorbell-ditched my house, and I found a huge rock on my porch. It had an 'I' on it and a note. The note said something to the effect of "Your quest is to find three stupid rocks. I hope you don't tire [insert picture of a tire] easily, as you might have to look!" So I went to my car. Sure enough, there was another huge rock behind the tire. There was an 'O' on it and a note slipped under the tire. This note said, "Congratulations! You found the second stupid rock. Throw this away and you might find the third stupid rock!" So me, being the logical person that I am, retreated around the corner of my house to the residence of the garbage cans. I opened the first and dropped in the papers. There was no rock in the garbage can. I searched the second garbage can. I heard a honk. Earlier I had tried to ignore the fact that I recognized the silver van sitting across the street, but then I glared at it. I searched around the garbage cans. I went back to Rock 2 and put it in the garden, followed by Rock 1. I searched the garbage cans again, still finding nothing. Feeling lost and confused, and bereft of the hint notes, I started inside. As I opened the door, they honked at me again. I turned back, shrugged my shoulders, and shouted, "I can't find the third stupid rock!" I walked inside, thinking that perhaps I was being tricked into looking like an idiot.

I needn't have given the fellow so much credit as a coniver. A few minutes later, I checked to see if they were still there. They were. I waited a few more minutes, and saw them leaving. As I did, I saw my neighbor's garbage can, which was out in the street in plain sight of any passing car. And sure enough, right next to that garbage can was the third stupid rock. Wow. I feel so intelligent. I looked that way nearly three times before I saw that garbage can.

Oh, and for those of you who must know, the third rock had a 'U' on it and the note with it said to unscramble the letters in the language of love. Though, French is really no more Romantic than Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, or any other Romance language (yes, that's for you, bluebird).