My Best Friend is NOT Mommy
I found this on the lawn of a house on my walk to work. Best I can tell, it was written on the back of one of those lids that protects a store-bought lasagna. (The other side is metallic.)
I found this on the lawn of a house on my walk to work. Best I can tell, it was written on the back of one of those lids that protects a store-bought lasagna. (The other side is metallic.)
This letter was addressed to someone with the same last name as me- a boy who was writing to his mom- but apparently didn’t know her address (and left no return address). It seems he is in dire need of tic-tacs and useful things.
Back in the day, my father had two main hobbies: garage sale-ing and stamp collecting. The way that these two hobbies manifested themselves in combination was when my dad would go to an estate sale (meaning someone has died), he would purchase the deceased’s collection of letters. He then would browse for any stamps of … Continued
I found this folded up in the floor vent, under the grate in a school classroom.
I found this by a computer in a college library.
Out walking dog and noticed this small scrap of paper blowing and tumbling along the sidewalk.
This appears to be a homework assignment or a class exercise. Not sure what questions 3 & 4 would be.
I found this in a book entitled “Violence and the Sacred;” I’m not sure if that makes the note funnier or not. As a dad myself, I think the advice is pretty astute, though.