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.
This was a letter I found on the street that had no sender or address, just the phrase “Open Immediately,” and was dated 11/1/70. It reads: Monsieur, You have to help me, you have no doubt heard of the difficulties I have been having recently and of the very serious crisis I now find myself in. I want you first to know that everything you might have heard against me is false. I have always tried to lead an honest life, I think, moreover, that you know my work; you certainly know that I dedicate myself to it entirely, but the situation now is at an almost intolerable point and I don’t think I will be able to stand it much longer, which is why I ask you, why I implore you to answer me as quickly as possible. I am sorry to bother you, but I have to find someway out of this situation.
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!
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!