I found this in a used bookstore, between the pages of a 1970s edition of Henry James’ “The Ambassadors.”
This one was found walking with my class from the Gladstone in Toronto back to the Go Station.
I found this a few months ago at a bus-stop. Apparently the staff do not understand that liquids don’t go in rice boxes.
My friend and I found this tucked in an Ansel Adams photography book at the Goodwill. The message was especially poignant, as we figured Dad must have died for this to reach the donation pile.
I was at a music festival and I found this note scrawled in what looks like eyeliner on a cocktail napkin and left on a chair.
I work in a library and we have these little forms scattered around the place for members of the public to write on with their comments and leave in a little box for the librarian to respond to. This particular person wants us to BAN SNEEZING in the library.
I found this on the sidewalk of a store I shop at.
During a period when my car was in the shop, I took the bus to my babysitting gigs in Inglewood for a week – a VERY long ride. One morning I arrived pretty early, and instead of showing up at the door and hanging around awkwardly, I decided to take a walk. I found this … Continued