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December 25, 2008 |
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Dear Poops
FOUND by Rachel Robinson
in New York City, New York
While browsing through the selections at the Strand bookstore I found this note stuck in the front cover of "The Complete Lyrics of Noel Coward." The envelope, addressed to John, was yellowed with age and had never been opened. Joan's message is filled with love and devotion. Why then did John give away the book without ever having opened her note?
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
This post is... words - words
it seems John got sick of being called "poops" by Joan(a nickname stemming from a very embarrassing bathroom incident he'd rather forget). so didn't even bother to open her card, knowing she'd use "that name" in it again.
but if only he had, he'd have found out how she really felt. and that she used the nickname not to embarrass him, but out of affection, because it's easier to playfully tease someone then admit your true feelings. it took poor Joan 5 classes of eggnog to work up the courage to write that note...
*5 glasses of...
How effin' sad a post for Christmas. :(
Mr. Hankey the Christmas poo,
He loves me, I love you,
Therefore vicariously he loves you, even if you're a Jew.
Sometimes he's nutty,
Sometimes he's corny,
He can be brown or greenish-brown.
But if you eat fiber on Christmas Eve,
He might come to your town.
Mr. Hankey the Christmas poo,
He loves me, I love you,
He loves you!
How does the Finder know it had "never" been opened? Old envelopes often self-seal if left in damp places, opened previously or not. Too much conjecture here.
At least I've been around Found long enough to do 28x15 without thinking about it anymore.
"Poops" ...a skidmark on a note that I find otherwise sentimental and sweet...
Pet names always sound silly to outsiders, and remember this wasn't meant for our eyes.
Whether John ever read the note or not doesn't matter. I believe that Joan showed him how much she loved him in other ways, and often.
Happy Holidays to all!
I love the sentiment: words, words. there will never be enough to tell you how much I love you.
I Love that. I think it's lovely- and I agree with Nightingale- lovey dovey little pet names between friends/spouses/lovers are often beyond our ken- (I used to have one I called Squishy.) and I think it's amusing that so many people have such a .. strong gut reaction to such a silly little word like poooooops. LOL.
Happy Holidays, everyone.. Hope it's all you wanted/needed/expected or otherwise wished it would be.
Poops never opened it because he was offended that Joan insisted on giving him Christmas presents when she knew that he was Jewish. She was in denial the whole time and he was fed up.
hmmm...maybe Poops wasn't a Noel Coward fan.
Too bad it didn't work out between John and Joan. Their monograms would have matched- think of the money they'd have saved...
But, maybe John felt that "John!" and "Joan!" sounded too similar.
Think of the confusion that was narrowly avoided by the breakup:
Friend, calling out from the front door: John! I'm here!
Joan: I'll be right there!
Friend: I called for John. Not you Joan.
Joan: Sorry! Our names sound so much alike- I though you said, "Joan".
Sure Joan was an excellent cook, loving partner and great in bed- but, alas, the name. There are plenty of fish in the sea with names that don't sound so similar to John's.
This is a find that I really want someone to recognize! I want Joan to say "Hey! I wrote this. I wondered whatever happened to it--for awhile." I want her and "Poops" (John) to be living happily ever after...or at least as happily as the rest of us.