This was found on the floor one rainy weekday night.
Found this in a copy of a Thornton Wilder play at the library. Next to the word dating, whoever wrote this scribbled out “me.” Someone has a very specific picture of their ideal man. Or they’re just a stalker.
I found this on the side of the road.
Found in the hallway recently. I was struck by the plethora of spelling errors. My favorite is “darie”, seconded by “carrets” and “porck”. What is Hugga bugga juice (Hayen punch)?
I found this on my door a few days ago. My kids have grown and gone now, but I was sure tempted to call Martin anyway. I’m especially intrigued about the kids staying ‘helthy.’