A Note for Yvette

Today, I discovered a note that was meant for some girl named Yvette in my bottom desk drawer. I estimate that I originally found it 6 to 8 years ago at my old high school. The note’s author cleverly censored her own name in case it fell into the wrong hands.

Stinky Cheese

I intercepted this note from some 3rd graders. Later I found more of these notes under the recipient’s desk. Turns our he was writing to himself. And yes, he was receiving counseling.

Andy Puse

I found this on a napkin left on a table in the Cheesecake Factory. Apparently someone thinks Andy is Stoopid and that he Puse in his pants.

Like Gomer Pyle

This was buried deep in a box of old fabric that was given to me.

Learning to Swim

This is from Julie’s 6th grade yearbook (1972).

Phonetic Swearing

I found this while helping inventory books in a school library at the end of the school year.

Big Butt

Found on a playground.

Mommy, Wife, Life Partner

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.

To the Transplants

Found this in my pocket this afternoon. Whoever wrote this could have easily asked me to move my coat but instead wrote this note.