FOUND by Leslie Constans in Tualatin, Oregon
I found this list in June 2002 in the women’s restroom of a supermarket. I glanced over the front and realized that someone had forgotten her shopping list for an upcoming vacation. I probably wouldn’t have flipped it, except for the fact that the person had written “-over-” at the bottom of the page. The back listed a number of activities to do while on vacation, ending, amusingly enough, with “lots of sex.”
(Re-blog from 2004)
FOUND by James G. in Dallas, Texas
FOUND by Lauren L. underneath a U-Haul seat
Three years ago, I found two copies of this underneath a U-Haul seat while I was moving out of my freshmen dorms. It came with another sheet of paper with a digital image of a pixelated grim reaper that I can’t seem to find now. The U-Haul got towed that night (unrightfully, but thats another story) and I spent hours trying to find the tow yard on foot. I finally found the yard and was in the depths of despair after paying the City of Chicago a $300 fine when I found this. I just read it over and over and over and it made my night.
(Click image to see the 2nd post card)
FOUND by Felix van Nostram in a dead woman’s postcard collection my father purchased at an estate sale
Back in the day, my father had two main hobbies: garage sale-ing and stamp collecting. The way that these two hobbies manifested themselves in combination was when my dad would go to an estate sale (meaning someone has died), he would purchase the deceased’s collection of letters. He then would browse for any stamps of value. When he found one, he would wet it, peel it off, and catalogue it appropriately in one of his many binders.
Some time during this long-lasting, decade-spanning activity, my father’s two hobbies turned into just one – light hoarding. And so the postcards sat in my father’s corner of the basement. For years they were hidden from humankind until one day I unearthed a treasure of thousands of old postcards spanning from 1893 to 1969 and this one was in there. It tells a great story of a father who’s just trying to be a part of his son’s life presumably post-divorce and is having a tough time.
FOUND by Rand in Milwaukie, Oregon
When I walk the dog, I carry a small bag for trash I find along the way. This morning I found this note and it didnt go in my trash bag!