A week ago, while taking a break I saw a piece of paper fluttering around on the ground. I picked it up, and it was apparently a letter a woman had written to some guy in an apparent prison dating service. Here’s the contents of the letter:
Share your letters/notes that you found!
You might be interested in this website Found Magazine. It is one of aseveral websites that post found letters, notes, etc, but I find it the most interesting.
A bunch of friends and I were coming back from a Colorado road trip and we found 3 postcards on the Denver airport tram that were stamped and ready to send. They were typical post cards from a Florida beach community: a picture of the beach, a picture of the town, and a picture of hot chick’s asses in bikinis. My friend went and picked 3 near identical cards from Santa Barbara and meticulously copied the addresses and text from each postcard to the new replacement cards. He mailed off only the Santa Barbara cards to the original addressees. I suspect that it was a real WTF moment for both the receivers and the original writer.
One time in Singburi province, in central Thailand, I ordered some little fried-dough pastries from a street vendor. The home-made bag the vendor had made up to put them in was actually some guy’s hospital medical report. Something about his bladder, if I remember correctly.
EDIT: Oh, and way beack in my undergraduate days, I was studying in a library carrel when I noticed a little folded piece of paper wedged into a metal beam. I took it out, and someone had written that he or she was about to graduate after what had seemed a long slog but that it was worth it, so take heart and keep studying. That was nice.
Darryl Lict, that was absolutely inspired!
My boss found this written on a crumpled-up stationery notecard that was lying in the hallway of our main classroom building: “Thanks for the money, but a blow-job would have been better.”
As a teenager, I was flipping through books in my parents’ library, looking for one to read. My dad was a Russian major in college, and several of the books were the Russian classics (in English, thankfully). It was funny to see my dad’s careful handwriting in the margins of the paperbacks, and realize that in twenty-something years, his handwriting hadn’t changed.
In one book (Anna Karenina), I found a computer punch card (like this, except without the logo). My dad used to bring blank cards home from work to use as notepaper. Written on the card, in my dad’s careful handwriting, was “I’m sorry. I love you.” He must have given it to my mom, and she must have used it as a bookmark, and then lost sight of it.
I haven’t found any interesting notes, but I have two photos of people that I found at different times. I don’t know why I keep them, but I do!
One is a polaroid shot of a guy on a chair against a wall. He’s either black (but light coloured) or hispanic - it’s hard to tell since the picture is quite rain damaged and dirty. I found it on the lawn in front of a friend’s house, which is a little odd since he has no neighbours for quite some distance.
The other is of a white guy with dark hair, posing against a door frame in what may or may not be a sexy pose. He’s just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, so it might have been a joke photo. I don’t know who it is, and I don’t recognise the apartment the picture is from, either. I found it in a recently purchased used book. The odd thing is that it’s a big picture, not standard sized at all.
I work in a charity shop that sells books donated by the public. We find no end of stuff in the books, from bank statements, love letters, hospital appointment cards, driving licenses and many photographs. We shred them after keeping them for a couple of weeks in case someone comes to claim them.
I work at Nashville International, & I go for a morning constitutional every work day, except when it is raining.
One day, I found a manila envelop stamped US Air Force: Top Secret.
I took it to the Air National Guard base, & turned it in, unopened, to the Air Police.
No idea what was in it.
Couple years ago, when I was moving out of my apartment building, I noticed the basement locker next to mine hadn’t been used in a while. A LONG while. Inside were tons of old Christmas cards, utility bills, a bill from a mortuary from 1958 (ouch), and ALL MANNER of worthless souvenir bric-a-brac, from Florida and Colorado mostly. The most recent anything was from 1967. Sorry, I won’t be posting anything; there were no actual letters or anything (if there had been, I would have taken them down the street to the Historical Society).
I cut the stamps out of the cards and gave them to some kids of my acquaintance, and my desk now sports a plastic “Sorry, this seat is occupied” tag from Eastern Airlines.
