When we were looking for a place to sit in a crowded bar, we snatched a place just as two men were leaving. I picked up the happy hour menu to see what was offered and this note was on the back. We weren’t sure if the note was meant for us or not, but since the drinks were empty we decided not and remained there (and they never came back).
I work in the mail room of a small university. We occasionally get deliveries for people who are no longer here; in this case, it was a small bouquet of flowers. Alas, the intended recipient left, years ago.
I found this matchbook on 4th St. SE near the U. of M. East Bank. My guess is that somebody was trying to motivate himself into quitting smoking with this carefully crafted picture. Finding this half-used book abandoned could mean one of two things: either he succeeded in quitting or he broke down and bought a lighter!