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One I opened had on the inside cover someone's full name and social security number.
I brought it up to the bartender so they could rip out that page and throw it away.
Was there a time when putting your SSN inside a book was common?
I realize it is not the same as finding a friend, but I recently found five crisp $20 bills in a used logic text book at an Amvets thrift store. I opened the book because it was written by Irving Copi, who wrote my undergrad logic text. I was paranoid it was counterfeit, but it was very much real money. To make things better, the first $20 I spent was to get a pizza and the employee said a mistake happened at the piz…
One time in Japan there was a car sitting in front of my apartment for months, nobody used it, nobody touched it. It seemed abandoned. It definitely looked out of place due to its age as well, though it was in good shape.
Eventually me and the pals got amused, and annoyed, and started to do funny stuff you'd only do if amused and annoyed by an abandoned car. Like, trying the doors on one restless day while you wait for the yakimo hours to arrive.
Unlocked!
A bunch of sports gear, cassettes.
Hatchback?
Sports gear...uh...sexy times stuff...and uh...a purse.
A peek in the purse. My first time seeing thick bundles of cash, basically $100s! Stacks of 'em!
I watched enough movies to know that loose $100s, found loosely, may be OK to take, or even just to ask somebody about.
But bundles, in a purse, in an abandoned car, in a neighborhood where we had heard some organized crime rumors...nope.
Creepy af though. We wondered if she had run away, disappeared, what.
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I want this story to continue, and for each of the five twenties that you spend, some increasingly elaborate and unlikely good thing happens.
I went through a couple years where I was finding cash kind of a lot. Not life changing amounts, but something. At work in the secure area when locking up I found a 10 inside the door. I didn't know what to do with it so I tacked it on the bulletin board by the door. Really obvious. Nobody took it for 2 weeks (which is kind of remarkable), so I took it back to buy lunch. I found a twenty in the snow on the street in…
When I've worked in secure areas, I've never had the slightest concern about theft. We even did an experiment where we left a couple $1 bills out on the table in the coffee area for a week... anybody could have picked them up, especially the security guards and janitors who roamed the building at night with nobody else around, but they just stayed there.
Working in that sort of high-trust environment is really, really nice.
When I was 13, I checked out Steven Levy's "Hackers" from the public library. Inside I found a handwritten note from a 14 year old boy which said something to the effect of "If you like stuff like this, call me!" So I did! We ended up being friends for a couple years and exchanging C64 software and talking about nerd stuff.
A few National security Agency Post-Its with notes.
I bought a Ti-92 graphing calculator in the early 2000's for very cheap, couple dollars, secondhand. I found this odd because at the time they still went for a lot of money. Inside the very large battery door[1] I found a person's name and phone number. I thought about contacting them to see if it was stolen, but first I googled the name and found a several month old local news article about the person dying in a hel…
Sounds like an idea for a kids book, “The Haunted Calculator”
Wonderful story. And I think I have a speck of dust in my eye.
I realize it is not the same as finding a friend, but I recently found five crisp $20 bills in a used logic text book at an Amvets thrift store. I opened the book because it was written by Irving Copi, who wrote my undergrad logic text. I was paranoid it was counterfeit, but it was very much real money. To make things better, the first $20 I spent was to get a pizza and the employee said a mistake happened at the piz…
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I hope you didn't cast any random spells scrawled in your Advanced Potion-Making book. Sectumsempra is a nono, I hear.
Recently I read HPMOR and this paragraph was one of many delights there: The cold in the room seemed to deepen. “A sixth-year Gryffindor cast a curse at one of my more promising students, a sixth-year Slytherin.” Harry swallowed. “What...sort of curse?” And the fury on Professor Quirrell’s face was no longer contained. “Why bother to ask an unimportant question like that, Mr Potter? Our friend the sixth-year Gryffind…
> To Pete:
> Happy Birthday
> From David + Kal,
> (can i have my copy back now please?)