Dirty Licenses

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FOUND by Michelle in San Francisco, California

I parked on the street for an appointment, and got back to my car 25 minutes later to find a note on my car. I was thinking, “Oh great, who hit my car? Oh well, at least they left a note.” Then I read it. No name, no contact info listed. How’s a girl supposed to run away with someone when they don’t tell you who they are?