I picture the person who lost this as an old hippie with wispy, shoulder-length gray hair who laments the loss of his youth and hair.
Our for a post-breakfast stroll, my two roommates and I found this in the litter on the side of the walkway. If only we knew the backstory … or maybe better that we don’t.
This was taped to an electrical box at a Muni bus stop at Spear & Howard. I saw it on a Thursday when I left work, but didn’t have time to stop and read the whole thing until Friday. By Monday morning someone else had added the line at the bottom.
I found it in a taxi.
When I was walking to work, I cut through the park. The letter was a little wet.
I found this while walking my tiny dog. I waited a few days to ensure the viewing window had closed and snagged it. It was slid into one of those plastic sheet protectors for three ring binders and nailed to a telephone pole.
I was stocking chips at the grocery store, and I found this sticky note in a case of chips with a rose.
Found in the back of a Tri-Met city bus. I can’t help but wonder if it was left by the recipient, or if the sender lost it before he had a chance to even give it to her.
I found this note folded into a novel I bought new from amazon.com. The novel is Oryx and Crake, by Margaret Atwood, not the type of read you’d associate with an apologetic lover. Or “peeny.”