FOUND by Pam on Turk Street, San Francisco, California
I found this kind note this morning on my regular dog walking route; ten feet away from a raccoon that had been “sleeping” next to the curb for about three days. It’s kind of heartbreaking to think of this person first noticing the raccoon, then taking the time to write the note and, I assume, very quietly place the note under the wiper so as not to wake the tired beast.
I parked on the street for an appointment, and got back to my car 25 minutes later to find a note on my car. I was thinking, “Oh great, who hit my car? Oh well, at least they left a note.” Then I read it. No name, no contact info listed. How’s a girl supposed to run away with someone when they don’t tell you who they are?