Found this while looking for clipboards in the Maitland Art Center’s least used storage room, the “scary room.” Written on a piece of canvas and shoved REALLY deep in a box full of little tissue paper squares. I wonder what the emergency was!
My former boss found this on her door when she came home.
Found this the day I moved into my new apartment. It landed in front of my door. Seems like whoever wrote it was in a huge hurry or has very demanding cats.
I was visiting my brother at his apartment and when I got ready to leave this was under my wiper blade. The truck I drive is a very popular model and color, so she obviously picked the wrong one. My brother does not know anyone in his complex named in the note.
I found this posted on a community bulletin board in Bolinas, a small hippie town north of San Francisco. And, in case you’re wondering, no, I did not go look for Gary behind the building.
I found this on a chair on a tin-roofed porch of a closed shop waiting out a bit of rain.
I saw this note taped to the call box of my apartment building. I laughed out loud. Later, I learned that my friend had taken (and used) the fan from the dumpster, not realizing that there was a potentially-rabid bat inside!
Found this note, slightly mildewed and blowing in the snow.
Just how urgent can a piano lesson be, I wonder? I also wonder if she came up with a better excuse for ditching school. You can see where she practiced forging her mother’s signature on the back.
I found this on the steps leading up to my apartment … not just on the sidewalk where the steps start. I’m bothered every time I look at it. It’s creepy.